The Man Who Was Perfume by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

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The Man Who Was Perfume

obligation
more than horses saddled,
and he walked into the shop
where they sold perfume
and he strolled right past the saleslady
and found his favourite scent
dog-sniffing around the neck of the bottle
for some time
until he became the bottle
and its innards too,
sloshing around
in liquid
form.

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