The scent of raspberries
is Forbidden
But for me, the smell of the apartment hallway
evokes
the faint gas from a hundred cooking stoves
all burning turkeys and potatoes
I don't smile at the janitor wearing a red knit cap
carrying a leaking black garbage bag down the hall.
past the blue door leading to the stairs
because the sound of fear
the sound rushing through my ears
waiting for the elevator
deafens me
The sound of fear at each shudder of the wind hitting the window
in the room the size of a closet
blinds me
Then I see
His eyes at night black are this early morning, a simple molasses brown
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