Scent

Maybe I’ll tell you in July

When the summer settles into your mind

How I bought this new, darn new scent

Dressed myself up in sheer green threads

Perhaps you’d like the woody smell

Of desperation that burns in me like hell

Maybe I’ll tell you in July

How I scream your name at night

Finishing what you started last time

Photographed myself with you on my mind

Oh how I have a new face this valentine’s

I’ve had so much worse the other times.

-Al