i remember the smell of the smoke
i remember the smell because it still lingers
slid the windows open
but it stays, unwelcome
after sleep and a morning shower
it sticks to my skin
maybe spraying perfume will block the stink...
next time, remember to push the "popcorn" button on the microwave.
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6 comments:
Oh. Overnuked popcorn. Ick.
But your poem...Yum.
Evelyn - this took me by surprise, I was thinking something tragic was about to happen (four minutes being too long to get out) and there maybe being a tragic fire, but if it's only popcorn, well, that's pretty grim too when you really want it! Great poem.
Evelyn,
Yeah what a stench! But what a nice poem.
Pamela
phew!
You know that it stands without the explanation. Cryptic, but solid.
I like this poem
Thanks for coming by and commenting. I don't think I'll ever get used to that. It's nice.
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