The piece that im inmproving off of this week is the piece In The British Library Repository by Katie Chaple. I'm going to riff the second stanza which goes like:
The other man holds the letters
to his nose, inhaling deeply.
One letter after another, he lifts and smells,
making two piles. He doesn't read or even unfold them,
and my eyes water just to watch.
He is tracing the plague through England
by smell-stricken households sprinkled correspondence
attempting to prevent the spread of the disease.
my part goes like:
I was holding Mary's letters
caressing them with my hands.
Flipping between the smells of memories
my eyes glisten.
Wrapping them with seals of Elizabeth the iv
I let the disease claim me as so many others before me
While Kleenexes continue to have their way.
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