Upon Entering My Bedroom After Dinner
the way the smell of our meal
lands like a room within a room
curtains of carbs
bed of butter
egg yolk sizzle
moments in a house
when it reveals its layers
the way it decorates
with scents
paints nostalgia
in my nostrils like
hair triggers for when
a waft of the past expands
in a foreign air around me
keeping me home
VANESSA SHIELDS 