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.

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