Gabrielle Gribbin

Winter qtr, wk. 7

Word count:100

Reverie Prompt:  pp 139, 141  Create your own reverie in response to Bachelard’s reverie:  “When I read this line by Edmond Vandercammen: ‘My childhood goes back to that wheaten bread,’ an odor of warm bread invaded a house of my youth.”  Create a reverie to demonstrate how in your own life “a whole vanished universe is preserved by an odor.”

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An inhalation leaves nostrils singling with the whiff

of a familiar scent.

Swift friction glides over the hairs that stand upon me

in attempt to stabilize my core

My body produces: sweat

sweet sweat

The odor of my movements, of the capacity that my

petit frame holds and the remembrance of

my un-faltering heart, both of my hearts one located

slightly left in my chest cavity and the other just behind

my knee pumping blood against gravity.

I lay comfortably in the musky cloud I emanate.

to hell with deodorant and fruity spray,

Let me be!

An inhalation settles me.