When I described you as an ocean
It was because I was still close to it
When I looked on you dead center
It was to remember the thing with the soft outlines
It was to remember the thing
I had grown used to forgetting
Dorothea Lasky, from “You think language is silly until it happens to you,” The Book of Scented Things: 100 Contemporary Poems about Perfume
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