This is not my house.
Waves of patchouli oil.
This aromatherapy
my suffocation.
What would I have?
Roses and coffee and nothing
and jasmine coming in the windows
First published in dotdotdash
Proximity: the poet Jackson. Get uncomfortably close.
This is not my house.
Waves of patchouli oil.
This aromatherapy
my suffocation.
What would I have?
Roses and coffee and nothing
and jasmine coming in the windows
First published in dotdotdash