by chloe viner
I had to travel across the world
to a boat on Ha Long Bay
before I rediscovered my grandmothers scent
hiding between a stale pillow case and the mattress,
waiting to be discovered.
So much of the world waits
in the crevices
in the delicate hands of seamen
who toss scent to the side
like flowers from a cave
hoping the petals wont sink.

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