1 After the dark, the stairs up smell of future. 2 I remember when you disappointed me for the first time. Almonds were blossoming, I was south near the border. They were as exquisitely fragrant as happiness. I learned to stand up straight as a person pursuing it. 3 I was in the water, the water was inside of me. I smell of sea. I am going where the ones who first came out of the ocean are. …
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“To My Sense of Smell” * Poetry * Gabriela Iacovano
*This poem was inspired by the recent loss of my sense of smell since I contracted COVID-19.* passed the season in rose-muddied berry-tinted dairy-clotted clouds tiny porcelain-and-steam pillars sweet smoke spirals ancient resins candied orange when id never eat it lathering creamy wintry bubbles carrying honeyed mists crushing petals breaking seeds laying ferns on cakes blooming magic feels your absence in the glitter and fog of my soup pot oily kale on broth swirling sea plant emerald frills golden …
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