Her shiny medals

Darko Domijan’s “Ulica jorgovana”

a scent on a pillow
a memory of non-rotten happiness
a promise that life is good
it’s been so long since she was there
how is it possible to still feel her in your nostrils

her front chambers are so sweet
so hard to resist them
you want, no, you need to know what is in the next chamber

she takes you by the hand
and leads you
this is her medal for being smart-ass
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