whenever I am feeling like a robot or a shadow
and need to remind myself that I am a woman
with flesh and blood and stories and salt around the rim
I spray that cologne you like between my breasts
behind my knees
a woman can smell like anything
blood
fried food
dirt
sweat
sex
soap
beer
weed
jasmine
rain
strawberry incense
cherry candy
expensive lipstick
cheap wine
but I like to smell like
the kind of woman
you played the piano for
that June night in Santa Cruz
when you hugged me
and told me
I smelled
divine
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