I wasn't sure where to sit
in the basement of her parent's house
but everywhere had been smelling like a hospital
to me then
even basements
her smile was oil and I watched it rise
over those words which had been lost in the mail
here was my invitation
plain and without pictures
just one stamp of a snowflake
two sense short
of an asthmatic tribute to those heavy breathing fits
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