I have always been a moley person
dotted with definitive body identification
a pedigree map of sun splotched clusters
My aunt once connect her daughter with a sharpie
a cousin of mine
who resembles me in the way of mole placement
A car accident shattered her sense of smell
which parallels our grandmother
whose was stolen by Scarlett Fever
We slept topless
in the wide windowed studio
playing the part of those willing to live so closely to noise
Within the wave of tourists
she asked me to describe la ville de l’amour
I detailed the piss soaked streets of Paris
Kail Anderson 