In Alexi Pappas' latest poem, she captures how your sense of smell goes wild on the run.

smell running
Photo: Zach Hetrick

Tree Perfume

I can’t remember where

if I was alone

if there was a we

how fast or how long

how long ago

or anything

actually

I remember

the smell

was a concentration of trees

steeped on me

like tea

I remember wishing

it never falls off me.

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