On Writing

Poem 243 – Upon Entering My Bedroom After Dinner

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

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