Thursday, March 1, 2012

Glitter and popcorn

Life is just sometimes glitter and popcorn. 
Blood and sweat. Lipstick and beer.
Somebody passes me in the street
and suddenly I smell your hair.
I can smell the color and texture
that have been long gone,
washed in the drain, cut by your fingers.
And all that is left
is glitter and popcorn.

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