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all I have is a name:

two syllables, 6 letters

and a disappearing recollection

of the face that uttered them,

though i remember her looking nice -

the way every bottle of cheap wine looks appealing

if you stare at the pretty labels and words in

cursive long enough, gargling those

meaninglessly beautiful sounds in your mouth

as though you spoke French.

and like every supermarket wine connoisseur,

all I can do is roll the sounds of a name across my tongue, imagining

the warm notes of rosemary and overtones of oak

running over my tastebuds,

as I utter straight-faced:

"its like they took all the love in Paris and put it in a glass.

don't you agree?"

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