Scent Memory

Scent Memory short poem

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The elevator smells like a woman I knew for a day
back when I wasn’t such a behemoth
could resist the mouth-temptations of savor and texture

it was a bar and I was under-age but no one spotted
the guilty blue light whirling around inside my skull
even when I shifted a table and broke a candle

I spent long minutes picking the red veins of wax
off my best jeans letting the boasts and jokes of my friends
part my thick hair. I didn’t notice her until she’d grabbed

my knee. She was a cashier at the Giant Food
and looking into the dimple in her chin
led me to discover a new emptiness for desire to fill.

I used to drink back then, back when it was forbidden
sweet drinks in tall glasses – I ended up buying
them for her, squandering my summer savings

all the while her hair grew looser like a broom
coming unbound and an animal smell rose
from the polyester uniform she’d trapped beneath

her suede jacket. You’re cute, she told me, which I knew
to be a lie, then she kissed my earlobe: how could I
forbid her anything as a general tingle overcame me.

I didn’t lose my virginity that night, an albatross
twisted within a leaden chain that would weigh me down
for years to come. I barely grazed her breasts

as she lay atop me on my single bed kissing the zest
of gin and ginger ale into my throat then snoring
until I emerged numb into a half-formed morning.

Today, plump and bald, I stepped unwary into the elevator,
became captured by twenty-eight floors of savage
memory, disappointment mellowed by time

though the scent was relentless and again
I tingled, snared by some succubus tiptoeing naked
over the grave of my youth and then flying away.

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Bill Peeler
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Well, that was quite a poetic adventure. A pretty cool ride, dude.

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