by Carl Santoro
It's about an obsession.
My obsession.
With a fragrance.
Need it.
One whiff of the
original lotion
reminds me
of Jones Beach.
Of happy thoughts.
I will use it
on my wrists
in the winter,
like a cologne,
just any time at all,
and live for that moment
in the fun of summer.
Two whiffs
can transport me
to Jones Beach.
I'm there.
(Who is this Jone?)
Closing my eyes.
I hear seagulls,
children running from waves,
teens running with Frisbees,
Cousin Brucie on WCBS-FM
Three whiffs of this
magical lotion
and I do not
want to return
to 2015.
(Just where is this Jone?)
So yeah,
it's about
an obsession.
My obsession.
With a classic fragrance.
Need it.
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Scent has more power to evoke memories than almost anything, except music. For me, anyway. *