Pheromones
Before
you were
the sharpness
of
Jameson
and
cologne (the seduction and conquest kind)
of
cigarettes freshly lit and love freshly made
Then
later
you were
the faded longing
of
pillow memories and anticipation
of
abrasive government-issue detergent and seasalt
and (too
often) hops and pungent rage
Now
you are
the comfort of treebones
citrus
and skunky like your medicine
rubbed
soft by sawdust
of sage
or armpits
I am no
longer bothered to know the difference
Skye Nicholson is a mother, writer, teacher, tree-hugger, and magic-seeker. She writes about life: her years of drinking, her awakening, trying to be present and figuring out how to be a parent. She uses words to heal herself. She currently lives in Columbus, Indiana, with her husband and two small children. Her writing appears on her blog, wakinguprazzledazzle.com, under the pseudonym Vixen Lea.