to own

It was almost something.

Like a flower, maybe,

or a concept in yoga,

kharma?

It made me feel something.

Feathers on a spring breeze,

like a tan pastel,

fawn?

It sounded like something.

Grapefruit kahlua,

hemp and apple blossoms,

willow?

It tasted like something,

Live poetry,

bare feet and acoustic guitars,

halo?

It smelled like something,

like tattered curls,

and bare backs with tattoos,

galleria?

Goddamn it,

what was her

fucking

name?

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