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I could never make this up.

It’s not what I imagined.

In the back of my mind
was moonlight and soft breezes,
walking and talking till dawn,
maybe a glance across a crowded room…

And now I find myself weak-kneed
by the smell of cotton.


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  1. I like this, Michelle 🙂 It calls to mind the wonderful experience of putting on a brand new t-shirt, pulling it over my head, smelling the cotton (and chemicals, I suppose) as it presses against your nose–something that exhilarated me even more when I was younger.

    July 24, 2011
    • I was just thinking yesterday about the sheets at my Nannie’s house and how they smelled clean and crisp and cotton.

      I wrote this a long time ago and I had something loftier in mind, more along the lines of love and romantic expectations and how it sometimes turns out to be the odd things that bring us to our knees. But that’s what I love about poetry – it can conjure up something different for all of us and it’s all correct.

      All my poetry is old, I don’t have it in me anymore like I used to. But it always did come and go on its own, so you never know.

      July 24, 2011
  2. I kind of read it the way you intended, but then the whole new t-shirt thing popped into my mind. It’s still along the lines of what you wrote. I guess I wouldn’t say that new t-shirts brought me to my knees (that’s going too far!), but their smell when I put them on made me feel new and good. In retrospect, that’s one of those “odd things!”

    July 24, 2011
  3. Hey! I’m proud of being odd!

    July 24, 2011

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