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Poetry: 'contact high'

Written by Christopher Lloyd

you know when he perfumes your skin

after making out all afternoon in his bed

arms & legs tangled like computer wires

& you can smell him all the way home

on the bus catching the scent on your wrist

even the next day after a shower he is still

there blooming in your pores—his scent

is like all the men you’ve ever been with

but sweeter somehow & almost dense

the aroma is so potent like when poppers

spill on your nightstand & soak your book-

stack or when the cat pissed in your shoes

because you moved in a new girlfriend

suddenly or when rose-water overbears

a sponge cake or when your friend gets a

migraine from your aftershave—these aren’t

good comparisons, I know, but there is no

other way of describing how much he

has seeped into your arm-hair & elbow

creases & onto your palms which barely hold

scribbled notes, but can easily carry him

About the Author

Christopher Lloyd (he/him) is a writer and academic based in the UK. He is the author of the pamphlet Pick Up Your Feelings (fourteen publishing, 2024), as well as poems, stories, and essays that have appeared in bath magg, And Other Poems, Dust, PERVERSE, Kissing Dynamite, Roi Fainéant, and elsewhere.

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