Bren Bataclan
Ginisa

you smell like your house
I did not know what they meant
I took a mental inventory of my home...confused
then they pointed out the obvious

it is in every fiber of my clothes
the sautéed garlic, onion, and foreign spices--ginisa
it clings and hovers until you do not notice anymore

I walk outside confident
thinking that by bathing in cologne, I could set a disguise
but the unavoidable mixture of who I am lingers

disappointed
they not only could see and hear
they could smell it as well
I wonder how I tasted and felt

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