The smell of the glue I used to repair my shattered self Isn’t the carcinogenic burn of polymers, but vanilla Not the pods, but the extract, boozy and opaque Sharply alcoholic but too thick to be a cocktailA tarrish smear between broken edgesThe scent pervasive because I used a lot of resinNot from overapplication—there were […]
Elena Nola
Elena Nola’s work has appeared in Songs of Eretz, Mammouth Poetry, and Riddled with Arrows, among others. She prefers colors to drab, feathers to bones, and capes to coats.