I’m afraid to ask what it is

I don’t know if it suits me

like whether I could wear it
do you wear a scent?
whatever the verb
I’m not sure I could do it

I don’t want it on me
I just want it on you

someone to smell
until it fades from perception

often is too much
for something this good

so its better left
an infrequent mystery

that tricks me into wondering
if I might not want
to huff your essence
for eternity

I LIKE YOUR SMELL

Kinda miss
my dandruff 

Had a dream I was
sitting in a chair

If I ask what you’re having for dinner
it means I care about you

One of my favorite hobbies
is trying to live within my means

Realizing my posture of eagerness
toward self-improvement
is at least somewhat contrived

Experimenting with not thinking
about it so much

Experiencing a reattunement
to righteousness

My father lives on
through me when I cough
also he’s still alive

Hoping some day
to prove I can survive
an elevator crash
by perfectly timing my jump

Feeling like I’m wearing
shorts under my pants
but I’m not

As a child I imagined adulthood
would be more full of stillness
and looking closely at small things

Life is Just a Supercut of Haircuts

Crow Jonah has been published all over the world with his mighty popular fiction and poetry such as and including many of your most well known major publications like X-RAY, hobartpulp, and Juked.

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