stuffed under

how I feel like i’m at the corner of may

how the leaves on the trees look like unfurling umbrellas,
or

like the wet wings of butterflies just after they leave the cocoon.

heavy.
(with possibility)

how my sense of smell is lost
for several days
stuffed under the couch of a cold
and I exuberantly (and perhaps deliriously) spread (way too much) thieves essential oil blend on the
bottoms of my feet
for the sake of immunity.

more than one or two people at the party ask surprised DO you smell that? what is that? when we walk into a room and i can’t help but
burst out laughing.