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By Kaya Miller
Lavender scented room, was once a lemon hue
Passed down from person to person,
Absorbing the imprints from each hand
The indents remain,
Lathered with previous stains
I hold out this to you,
So you can capture everything we do
The scent from grandmothers linger,
As it is used by all sorts of different fingers
Mother’s touch upon your skin
A blooming odor come towards you
Toss it around like a hot potato,
Measure the new faces imbedded in its soul
It absorbs you like a free running kirby
What once ran in races likes to watch the derby
Sit idly by waiting for use,
But do not be mistaken as it still holds old juice
You can wring it out, by new hands or yours
But if used to long the wringing becomes chore
Smell the aroma waft as you scrub
It is hard for me describe the newer love
As the dents are shown, recrafted and newly known
Forever changing but always holding on
Cherish this item, hold it dear to your heart
And as you die, your mark shall never part
Tear it, wear it down, or throw it away,
It’s new owner won’t smell a day of you…
Maybe the trash will rise, the scent from the day you let it die,
But the new will absorb, will clean and rebrand
So that your trash finds home again
I smell citrus, you see greens while i love pink
Cinnamon bristles whistle in the wind,
But flowers like daisies is your scent
Paint it black, see it yellow,
Wash it by hand or throw in machine,
This prize will forever gleam
In its ancestors, in its past owners, its lovers, friends, family and start the loop again.
When it finally decomposes, a rainbows variation of scents will unfold,
Colors of old brandished on dying skin, with newer handles akin
We are all this item, capable of you, me and more
At the end of the day, we can all absorb.
I sit on the kitchen sink, the tub, toilet and floor;
I am in aisles at pharmacies, bodegas, and grocery stores.
You are beside me, reused, recycled, maybe reduced,
In different forms, materials, shapes, colors, but once again, once more
We all have the power, to be this, to do this, to want this item as ourselves.
So love your appliance, hold it, shake its hand.
Let it die, cut it off, throw it out or give it to a friend;
Whichever works for you, just remember
What you did, can not press undo.
All indents, flavors, smells, and prints.
Remain on this everyday thing
