Odor

Odor

I remember smells of my life

neighborhood stores

smelling of cigars

old men’s intestines

grease

seat of Chinese kitchens

theatre popcorn

old urine

on barroom floors

dancing bull manure

and

lingering odors of you

still sleeping next to me

and a pocked moon stares

down and sniffs

to give odor a place to go.

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