Radiating
That smell of things
Warmed by the sun
Cotton crisp and carcass rot
Crafted clean and carrion
That star she steams
All of these things
Equal parts endured and not
And so we breathe
As perfumes rise
Carrying progress and demise
So let us spin and seep
And inhale deep
These sweets and putrids
While alive
-a.r.
Painting: Self Portrait as Great Heap, by Julie Heffernan
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