June 9, 2026

rankings

I realized that my top 3 smells are all
transitive/short/unlasting

3. hot asphalt right after the rain starts in summer
it’s not petrichor –
what a dank soil smell –
roil here in man made, radiant, 
sloughing smell, ripped with gasoline
like us fucking sloppy

2. low tide
I hope it sinks out and in forever
like the sea will salt and stink the earth
in our memories of home, our primal
columbine caverns we’ll return to

1. lilac blossoms blowing in the humid night on a breeze
they surprise, better than sex
I swear, guttural, consumptive,
bloodily violet in its violence
upon my soul. There is nothing else
surrounding. Some stars heating, slowly dying
in universe we’re bound for

Yet – my top three animals
endure/permeate/calcify too long

3. crab
how it sideways steps out of your goddamn
inquisition of its nature, of its purpose
its only use is to be crab, to dance and sift
away and fro, sewing a click and snap

2. crab
eyes stalking out, churched up
faces made for consuming
steadily the matters of earth –
eventually the black matter in this galaxy –
sifting the dark, smashing prey
opening suns, all grains down their gullet.

1. crab
we shall all carcinisify, in hope
of a simple dance, a simple
feast as the universe spaghettifies out,
hopefully I will have mismatched claws
like twin stars orbiting,
bouncing gravity
across each other
rending us apart
in what adoration