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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