We’ve Haven’t Been Back There Since Then

1 Mar

If I could never smell these things again, Lord, would my heart be glad. 

The lining of my mother’s church purse in Mississippi. 

The blue hair glue I used the spring I was in love with Justin Valmassoi, also clove cigarettes.

Lovely, the perfume I wore on my wedding day. 

 

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