Monthly Archives: December 2011

in the summer you can’t stand the smell of the streets around dark room (on 165 ludlow street and stanton) – 26 (williamsburg, borough of lost boys)



*by someone who stopped smoking

and doesn’t always enjoy a sense of smell*

(frankie leone, just a man)


*love doesn’t smell like

lubricated condoms opened by a stranger

or more credit card debt in soho

or a long run from yourself at the y

or well whiskey on a black, black(ed out) night

or awkwardness getting caught staring on the train

or the bodega guy knowing your favorite ben and jerry’s flavor

or forgetting there’s something else working dawn ’til dusk

or desperation to see someone else in that reflection*


*love smells like breathing deeply

alone, noiseless, ok

love smells like spooning with that reflection

eyes closed.*


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