Smell of Age
Charleston, SC, 2008

Picture

In a small café
Wooden tables
My leg up on the wooden bench
Smell of coffee



A woman

Walks in
Smelling of age
And although she
Is gone from the space
I still smell age

I am aware
that my sense of smell
is changing as I awaken
I feel a bit like a vampire
Able to smell people, fruits, and flowers
In a whole new way

Eat raw roast beef
With horseradish
Yet another overpriced sandwich
My addiction.


 


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