I’m no little grasshopper.
I learn, but I’m not learning.
Houston smells like pine floor cleaner.
Spain smells like dry leaves,
and England is a mix between musk and dust.
‘She is so little,’ some say.
Most say at some point.
I hear them.
Venezuelan houses smell like food and wood cleaner.
Sometimes granite cleaner or simply like granite floor.
I sniff my boyfriend when he comes home.
He smells like…
…
‘Your nose is cold,’ he interrupts.
