remarking-julia

My Pablo Neruda book smells like soot
Perhaps it was rescued from a burning building
and donated to the Lund Public library due to its insatiable scent
or perhaps its past reader was a middle aged man that enjoyed half a pack with his monday night poetry sessions

I once worked as an emergency restoration worker
I used to clean peoples ash laden household items
I learned that once something smells like soot, it always will

I worked as a treeplanter in the summer
I stayed in a wood cabin with a man that made me eggs with garlic and sundried tomatoes
he was a Neruda fan and had been to his house in Chili
apparently he was obsessed with sailing and all the windows in his house were circular