"Azalea"
from Pheromonal
by Rob Eckert
rich, moss-tiled earth,
the pregnant rhododendrons,
the wet-season sidewalk—
it smells like green wool sweater. it smells
like somebody who is nervous
and trying to comfort me.
and then
you screamed
like you were
on the rack
of inquisition:
your many buds,
blooming.