Popcorn
I inhale
watching a movie trailer on Youtube;
I can smell it, feel the salt on my lips;
So many memories laced in the taste;
In the air
mixed with the script of Hollywood,
Buttery smooth you’re reeled in;
Frame by frame, you just devour it;
Each moment
hours of magic that sizzle off the oil;
The noise of the machine crackling
the scent wafting, enticing an entire building;
Waiting in line
screening prints til’ all hours of the night;
Cleaning, counting, even robbed at gunpoint;
Unleashing more than a scent as it pops
filling me with flashbacks;
Rolling through the screenplay
So many memories laced in the taste;
I can smell it, feel the salt on my lips;
Popcorn.
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