these two perfume-inspired poems by Anne Gorrick are by turns intricate and expansive, concrete and ephemeral. They sparkle with sensual language, and shimmer with celestial spirit. “Perfume is invisible. Many people roll their eyes at it, as if you’re asking them to believe in ghosts. There is a flaky, new age, intellectually negligent perception that surrounds scent,” Gorrick explains in an interview at Galatea Resurrects. “But it’s an entire realm that is completely Proustian, sometimes plangent, dimensional, symphonic.” At Aromatica …