O bulbous periwinkle,
sunk in sodden goldenrod sand,
your valve sets me a-tingle.
Let me hold you in my hand.
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First in a series of twenty-one. In homage to Arthur Rimbaud and his Voyelles, but also to Binney & Smith Company, the creators of Crayola wax crayons.
I think of them as love poems to the consonants.
The smell “of Crayola crayons is one of the most recognizable scents for [U.S.] adults, ranking at number 18, trailing coffee and peanut butter that were number one and two respectively, but beating out cheese and bleach, which placed at 19 and 20.”
