It's Only Arnold

The room smells
but it's the smell that 
happens when you spend the night
when WE spend the night
together
up all night

He kisses my back
so softly
but with purpose
it's a kiss that says
"I'm here, I adore you"

We talk for hours
about nothing
but it's everything
it's television shows
sex
laughing at ourselves
at each other
at everyone else.


These little nothings
are my little everything's.




That faint smell of 
cigarettes
sweat
love
beer
perfume
our 20's.


Welcome to the Yeager house, everything smells like wiener.









Letters From A Small Town,
Madison