Monthly Archives: December 2011

in the summer you can’t stand the smell of the streets around dark room (on 165 ludlow street and stanton) – 26 (williamsburg, borough of lost boys)

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-scents-

*by someone who stopped smoking

and doesn’t always enjoy a sense of smell*

(frankie leone, just a man)

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*love doesn’t smell like

lubricated condoms opened by a stranger

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or more credit card debt in soho

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or a long run from yourself at the y

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or well whiskey on a black, black(ed out) night

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or awkwardness getting caught staring on the train

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or the bodega guy knowing your favorite ben and jerry’s flavor

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or forgetting there’s something else working dawn ’til dusk

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or desperation to see someone else in that reflection*

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*love smells like breathing deeply

alone, noiseless, ok

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love smells like spooning with that reflection

eyes closed.*

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