The Smell of Durian

For those less familiar with the Southeast Asian fruit, the spiky durian, is rich, creamy, but its pungent odor overwhelms some.

When someone forgets, he hands you are durian that spikes and fractures your thoughts.

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I left the birthday gathering.

Forgotten.

Drag.

Step.

Stamp.

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Recall your words– that you will–

But you

Forgot.

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The scent of durian.

The color–

Of new shoes

For others

Remembered.

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Drag.

Step.

Stamp.

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To the subway.

My shoulders

Slumped.

You acknowledged.

But will you–

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The train rushes.

Whoosh.

Whoosh.

The scent of durian

Remains.

Still stays.

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Your durian.

Strong.

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Drag.

Step.

Stamp.

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That smell.

Doesn’t wash.

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