TO MY MOTHER’S SMILE
you covered my sheets in baby powder today while i was away, and everything was dust and m v m n o e e t everything was shielded from my touch a small barrier but all i kept thinking was what is that smell I know it i couldn’t think of “baby powder” i just kept thinking “that smells like three years ago” before everything stopped being messy it smelled like when i was fifteen, too it smelled like how it smelled when my mom would finish getting ready in our shared bathroom before i woke up it smelled like what it smells like when she was too tired or too blinded by the lights in the morning that she had to stay under the covers a little longer in the sounds of the alarm a little longer so she had to use baby powder to get the grease out of her hair no time for shampoo
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