every woman my age remembers a boy who smelled like brut & sweat. with coke bottle glasses, an overbite, & shaggy long hair...he's mine. our clumsy fumbling on the couch may have been awkward, but it's never been as sweet again.
I'm a cook. And I write, sometimes about food, mostly poems. I make stuff. I get lost. I'm worried about vanishing bees, melting icecaps, the decrease of civility in the world, seedless watermelons, and whether there will be enough time for me to get it all right.
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And I'm in love once more...
ahh - I remember Brut
see what i mean?! every woman i know would hate it if a current man wore brut, but waxes nostalgic when she thinks of it! :^)
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