Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends


i lit a stick from the stash
of incense you sent me

the exotic pricey shit from bangalore
that saul got you addicted to

funky smell good we drove around looking for in every head shop and bodega
from hollywood to santa monica

it’s been so long since i’ve burned any
knowing you would surround me

that i would be engulfed
by a rising tide of anguish
if i breathed your air

like the back of the box says,
“Padmini Perfumed Dhoop Sticks with fragrance that lingers on and on…”

it is you who lingers on and on…

i want to believe there are a few hotel rooms
in los angeles
that still smell like we just checked out
an hour ago

hoping our ghosts
cling to walls and drapes
in the biltmore

places left behind that retain the scent of smoke
of two people who lived deliberately
and fell in love there