a tangle of scents;
palpable personas
lily, stale breath and
something musky,
like pressed resin
in a turtle-shaped brooch
faux gold coating rubbed off
on fingers, tips wrinkled with wear
a bright floral from a brand new pink bottle
overlayed with plummy avon, her dear old faithful
a cloud follows up the aisle; we apply our auras liberally
Collecting Saints and Circles 