Today’s poem is part of a special launch schedule during National Poetry Month from April 1—30, 2024. I’ll be posting a new poem daily for 30 days, which will be sent out to all subscribers as a summary on April 30 and otherwise can be viewed for free in the archives here. Thank you for being here!
“DESKSIDE OBJECTS 001”
Petrichor in a bottle like an atomic genie, incepting my nose with dreams that rain isn't just a nuisance but life breathed back into crackled concrete dead of thirst, the grass that once screamed for our pleasure and order, & my pulses rubbed, shaken, snapped back into a faint and forgiving reality.
P.S.
Ever since I discovered that the smell of freshly cut grass that we love so much is literally the smell of grass getting cut, I can’t help but feel this disconnect of what it takes to keep our worlds pristine. I guess that’s where this mini poem went, after a sniff of that viral perfume from indie perfumer Death & Floral.