Ambergris

lists of things I crave about city the one in particular smells reaching for all directions greedy fruit smoothies in a blender I can tell that one’s got strawberry with a hint of ambergris I said to a woman in particular Donna Karen Cashmere Mist she looked surprised that I knew keep walking what have I done to be made to suffocate in a bliss bin soaked fat with years of you collected on the scarf you wear this time of year all these things happening but your hand squeezes mine and I don’t need to look to see that you’re smiling