Daydream During Psych 201 Lecture

My sinuses are so congested my eyeballs might take over smelling and maybe because everything is getting so mashed up, my pupils will listen and my lashes will taste. Butterfly kisses last a couple of seconds, the firsts are quote unquote eskimo kisses and cheek nuzzles but because my nose is disappearing into my sinuses my kisses will have to be with my lashes and I will taste you. Taste all of you then flutter away, small, unfettered by the memories of smell and a nose. Who knows where I’ll land or what I’ll lose next, what I will shrink to, when I will join Algernon in his cocoon, looking confusedly at a petal, never knowing he was once a butterfly.


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