the peace of the past
is gasoline and perfume
burning off surfaces
me pulling the zipper up 
the back of her dress
and watching her fix sticky lips
this is the soil
I am rooted in
this is the air
I inhale
me peeling his boots 
from his feet after work 
and watching the earth fall away 
this is the soil
I am rooted in
this is the air
I inhale
gasoline and perfume
burn away in the sun
[[ smells and sights of childhood ]]
[[ smells and sights of childhood ]]