by Bryce Becker | May 20, 2025 | Poetry, Poetry 2020
Terrene That dirty smellthat rises off my skinas the hotwaterhitsis a smell I quietlyrejoicein.That smell that saysI’ve spent the dayouttherein the sun,its warmth flirting withenticingmy sweat.That smell that says that flirtingworked.That smell ofdirt andsweat andsun...
