The smell lingers in our home
like a canopy of fog surrendering
innocence to the obstructions I built
I swat at the air to dismiss the smell
yet it finds another area of my body
to plead not guilty
At the surface we beg for light
we partner with distrust and I
still do not comprehend where to go
Back to the forgiving light or
into the mute color of reasoning
Steadily and almost mockingly
my feet gather gumption and
we proceed to her body
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