1-31-24
January disappeared
somewhere between sickness and substance abuse.
Grass dead and yellowed
the color of cheap beer.
Two nights of ice
silver in the morning light
like flame to tin foil
in the shadows of a dim truck.
My bed smells like cigarettes and sweat -
scents of men.
The woman left no trace.
Smells of friends
vetiver, osha root
patchouli.
Green smoke
and metallic both.
The paste of lipstick on a cheek
someone's cologne
inside the warmth of their jacket.
