Sense of Urgency
John Vick
You smell like
melon - fresh in the morning.
The scent of your clothes,
- bleach,
the feel of them
- crisp linen.
Your spastic toothpicks
after supper
won’t keep my mind off
your plantain
playin’ my music box.
Just thinking about us
doin’ the crossword
and you rappin’ my nose
with a rolled up newspaper.
