JUST ONE SNIFF
Just before dawn
pulled open the drapes
and there it was
The rain pouring down.
I could smell the worms
come out of their holes,
the slick street with
water running down
Our brain's made mostly
of water. I stuck my
head back in, clumb
back in bed, and sipped
on my bedside wawa
captured from my
bathroom sink
in an azure blue
cup with water.
JUST ONE SNIFF
I was aboard the Arc
Lo, those many years ago,
Great-Grandpapa was not
to know his little
Abigail found the
stench intolerable.
Nauseating.
I would sink my
face, with boils
and filth, and
long black braids
into the thick fleece
of Nora, who accepted
me. Her curly wool
heaved as I wept
salty tears, praying
the dry land would
soon be ours.
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Photo taken years ago when The Fleischers drove us to the Pennysylvania State Fair.
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