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

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