whiff

January 17, 2008 | Filed Under Poetry 

it felt like yesterday,
when i asked you,
what perfume you were wearing?
you said, “green tea”
i said, “i drink green tea”

you thought i was obnoxious

and today,
when i drank darjeeling tea
from my cup at ccd
a few drops of the potion
fell on my hands.

i could smell your memory

i am still obnoxious, you know,
i rubbed the tea bag on my palms
and smelled them for a while

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