I smell the hot dog stand scent like backyard
barbecues and family gatherings. I breathe in
market colors through the incense, elephant
ears, and strawberry lemonade. I taste fruit
and vegetables without them touching my
tongue. You assist my daily ritual of appreciating
life. Yet daily, my mirror and I hold a ceremony
to remember the great weight your awkward
smallness places on my life.
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