Odour. Fragrance. Soil.

For two months since you left
my olfactory receptors
get delirious every time the fragrance
of your cologne reach out to them
from the bedsheet where you
slept.

I have washed it twice,
but somehow your scent got stuck
like the red wine lipstick stain on my shirt
that same night two weeks ago.
Some coincidences are far from flukes.

I bought your exact cologne
today. I will evoke the memories of the night
you left over and over again
until I am old and weary and buried
and turned to soil, for farming carrots.

Younglan Talyoung