Because everything that touches you leaves a bit of itself and sometimes you don’t want that
I fell into a pine tree once.
Don’t worry, I survived
It wasn’t a bad fall, just a stumble
With hands outstretched.
I suffered a small scrape,
Reddened palms and
My right hand landed in
A small patch of sap.
Upon driving back home
The sap did not want to leave me
Adhering to more things
Steering Wheel, coffee cup, radio dial.
I began to get mad at the stuff
Wishing it free of my hands, and
Above and beyond all else
The sticky scent.
At home, I ran to
Faucets, basin, and washcloth
As if they were holy water, shrine, and book
Praying for an exorcism from the sap.
I showered to cleanse myself
Back to a normal human-like flavor.
Back inside off-white walls.
Smelling like a human ought to,
My computer purred out an invite,
And as I type these words
I couldn’t stop raising my hand
To my nose…
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