[She] was gone
so long that I knew only telling myself
this story kept [her] here.
Perhaps I made [her] up,
a golem of memory
multiplied by desire. But what else
was memory except desire
to understand a perfect afternoon?
Ander Monson, from “Man as Map in Retreat Seeks Brightness” The Book of Scented Things: 100 Contemporary Poems about Perfume, ed. Jehanne Dubrow and Lindsay Lusby (Literary House Press, 2014)