Nasal Passage

Simple smells
without sans recognition
perfume, garlic, soap & flowers
scents that don't make me
scratch my head or bat my fist
wondering if I'm approaching death
bad breath or a messy kitchen

Faces like sketches
perfectly chiseled
lustrous thick eyebrows
like hyphens made out of black soil,
i want to dig my fingernails into knowing
and feel it grow, beyond my comfort zone
i'm overthrown just by the scent of it
tossed against the wall by it

These simple smells
spices entices
are invigorating, salivating
in this small, eclectic city
in this life that i am living

and i don't ever want it to stop