Taste: green papaya
Sight: chickadee; an "o"; an orgasmic guitar strummed below the belt, perpendicular, at an angle
Touch: burning toes diving into shallow shoes
Sound: singing underwater ala Peter Murphy; a scratchy whispered woman's darkness, it is not her usual singing voice; metal scraping on enamel
Smell: citrus, sweet orange, bergamot; the cologne of a man in a muscle shirt upholding a six pack exiting through the automatic doors
Extra: afraid of everything, in a box, in a cage; he will be 80, he is still logging; he's been married so long he thinks nothing of carrying her sequined black handbag across the street in sunlight
Sight: chickadee; an "o"; an orgasmic guitar strummed below the belt, perpendicular, at an angle
Touch: burning toes diving into shallow shoes
Sound: singing underwater ala Peter Murphy; a scratchy whispered woman's darkness, it is not her usual singing voice; metal scraping on enamel
Smell: citrus, sweet orange, bergamot; the cologne of a man in a muscle shirt upholding a six pack exiting through the automatic doors
Extra: afraid of everything, in a box, in a cage; he will be 80, he is still logging; he's been married so long he thinks nothing of carrying her sequined black handbag across the street in sunlight
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