The
Mother said the only safe part of me, was inside my nose. So, she lodged there,
giggling, and my nose honked, and snorted in reply to her,
We talked
for a long time. Until she left, or until I just forgot my nose, forgot the
attack of fire, even, on my brain.
This
was some time at dusk. That's where the damp smell gets friendlier to me,
because it's quiet and everyone is asleep, it's where the fried eggs ruddy yolk
smell, goes through the air, mixed with cigarette smells. I love this smell all
the time; it is like, the warm part of the sun's face.
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