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.