Tonight's Poet Corner: Exploring The Netherworld
Exploring The Netherworld by Belinda Roddie It smells like rose water and age and evaporation as I raise my thumb to my nostrils breathe in slowly so that my own odor wafts its way into my body again and settles like condensation on a windshield It smells like perfume and hand sanitizer like if someone choked the life out of a flower or pressured a meadow to breathe out of its mouth instead of its nose You can smell it, too, but you pretend you can't because if you recognized the cologne, you would be triggered and disturbed and you would hide under the bed until the monster moved out