Grapefruit, Juniper Berries
Coffee, Quinine
Indonesian Patchouli
and something called
Absolute Africa.
Donna Karan
New York
Johannesburg
she bubbled
a witchery
in that cauldron.
but i was the voodoo lady,
And the scent
on my fingers
stained
when he left,
forever.
though
I didn't know it
at the time.
2 comments:
There was something about those apples which got killed
With the idea of utter consumerism... "Buy Me." the advert said.
And I lost all interest in how good the chick looked.
Let alone smelled.
But i digress form the distress inherent in your poem. I can say "You will survive." But you already know that.
im finding it difficult to FULLY understand what it all means...
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