Part of a series inspired by Ross Gay
that starts here:
I remember her soft, wool, jacket against my face
and the smells I began to associate with comfort--
tobacco, Dentyne and coffee.
When I was carrying age and Ethel was around,
you'd see me in her arms.
She'd often slip me a stick of Dentyne of my own,
which I'd pop into my mouth, paper wrapper and all.
Don't knock it till you try it. ;>)
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