1 may

I was young & spring showed up

I was told that on mayday

tradition says

to leave flowers for a beloved

on their doorstep

to ring the bell, and to hide in wait.

I did this for my best friend-

she knew to look for the flower giver

to find the flower giver

and to kiss the flower giver once she did.

She found me behind the lilacs

and she kissed me.

I got mad

or I got embarrassed

not that she'd kissed me

but because 

she knew it was I who had given them.

I got so mad I made her cry

and she was my best friend in the world

so I cried

too

a poem for smells

"The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike." - Colette
I will smell the ever-wilting white lilacs.
The mosses the lichens the smell of wet grass and clover,
I can smell my feet and netherregions stinking away.
I actually smell really, really dirty
And the memory of your smell is mostly what reminds me.
and to smell the neck of a beautiful man...
the smell of liquid fire draining the sink.
the sweet smell overtaking.
the smell of wood
always will smell of tortilla chips.