Sweet Pea Street
I walked on the streets
looking for the sign
that calls back the scent
whisked from my sweet seventeen days
—my sweet pea
bright pink on flesh,
shimmering on my wrist,
the lobes of my ears,
the hollow made
by...
looking for the sign
that calls back the scent
whisked from my sweet seventeen days
—my sweet pea
bright pink on flesh,
shimmering on my wrist,
the lobes of my ears,
the hollow made
by...