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Fundamental, by Jene’ Jackson on her birthday, today, as she drove home down Colorado Avenue after writing all day.
Perhaps,
pungent as the cut onion’s night after night spray in kitchen curtains
pervasive as the toddler’s goo griming the minvan seats
tenacious as the smoker’s film of brown on bedroom walls,
Perhaps each love,
each foray into the land of the heart
each attempt, short-lived or long,
leaves its residue,
coats the inside of the wholehearted with lighthearted joy,
rosy, curious, prismatic,
Ready for the next foray, in this life or that,
pervasive
pungent
tenacious
Whole.
Perhaps.
I really appreciate the way you incorporated a number of senses, and the note of non-resolution at the end.