Poetry: When You Kiss Me Your Hands Smell Like Bleach by Marisa Lainson
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In “When You Kiss Me Your Hands Smell Like Bleach,” a mundane scene of spring cleaning turns into a declaration of true passion. In a whimsical tone, the speaker praises love and beauty of the everyday, like Neruda’s odes before…