ODE TO DEMETER PERFUME Shit, Im a sloppy pagan. Thought it was Artemis and bought all those arrows. You can never deny the moon. But Demeter, the grain goddess, has her own perfume line and I find smell a form of worship. Primarily, If I bring him home and nothing more, I want him to remember me briefly when he smells a fresh lilac. So I blow in drunk at 2 pm to the overweight black gals behind the cosmetics counter At Duane Read and say, pointing to the Demeter perfume rack, You guys got dirt scented perfume? My fat black gal pals are in hysterics, and go out of their way to pull dirt-scented perfume, out of storage. Sometimes, you need to smell like freshly churned loam with a hint of moss, when to everyone else, Its just dirt.
Posted on: Sun, 26 Oct 2014 17:38:19 +0000
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