I thought I smelled bad after. Walking in, the sun so I sprayed the bathroom perfume. On my t-shirt normally I would. Never have bathroom perfume much, less rose-scented bathroom. Perfume. But my mother-in-law was. At L’Occitane, and bought it. For us I never wear perfume. Making it, all the more odd: that I should anoint. Myself with roses, but these are the types. Of things, I could do when home. Alone once, I sat in the kitchen. Sink to know what it’s like, because Robert Smith sang about it. In “Nightmare of You,” that was the suburban kitchen. Of my childhood with two divisions. One, for my seat and the other. For my feet I wouldn’t risk it. Now, in my urban kitchen the metal basin. Threatening to collapse.
I thought I smelled bad after walking in the sun so I sprayed the bathroom perfume on my t-shirt. Normally, I would never have bathroom perfume, much less rose-scented bathroom perfume, but my mother-in-law was at L’Occitane and bought it for us. I never wear perfume, making it all the more odd that I should anoint myself with roses, but these are the types of things I could do when home alone. Once I sat in the kitchen sink, to know what it’s like, because Robert Smith sang about it in “Nightmare of You.” That was the suburban kitchen of my childhood, with two divisions, one for my seat and the other for my feet. I wouldn’t risk it now in my urban kitchen, the metal basin threatening to collapse.