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At the market a lady named mama
sells me some essential oils
to rub on my bald head.
“Ooh, ahhh.”
She rubs a sample on my arm.
It smells like lemongrass
and my ex.
I can’t stop staring
at the gap
between her teeth
and the memories.
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“It smells like lemongrass/and my ex.” Awesome! Little poem with mighty punch!
Powerful poem. Those last two lines!