scents

i connect scents like a draw-by-numbers,

with moments and memories
like when you look at film negatives and

you can vaguely see - you can vaguely remember 

the moment.

blueberries on porridge is march
peaches in the sand is summer picnics
i go back to
landscapes of scents i forgot i owned

maybe i want to bottle these up 

and make perfumes.
i'd watch people smell them, i'd
notice the flare of their nostrils.

eager to know me.

i see you smelling my memory bottles
box fresh scents, exposed to you.
i hope you find something you like because
i will lend it to you, just as i am.

memories preserved.