there's a smell that
i know i shouldn't love.
but i do.
it's the worst addiction
to nostalgia
that i shouldn't try to hang onto.
the scent is late nights
of dad in the garage.
it's ash trays under the gazebo
and pretty boxes of moms
mexican jewelry.
it wafts through the air
like the smoke from dads grilled hamburgers
and dances up your nostrils
with a delightful, cozy,
almost homey
aura.
it's friends episodes
greek men with thick mustaches
and speed racer villains.
it's what i was taught never to do
but the scent is so alluring
although my lungs would hate me.
i love the way the smoke
flies out of their mouth
though it must taste absolutely terrible
like a miserable love story that you just can't wait to ditch
but i've never tried it
so all i can do is have a teen fantasy
stuck in the 50's
with a knife for a nose.
-jb
escapril day 15: describe a smell
