Anosmia in the Bakery

Anosmia in the bakery

I thought nothing could awaken me

Then the scent I could not resist

Realization that bread exists!

Strange how smell raises memories

Like dough and reactivated yeasts

And as if I knew, I tasted her

Maybe because I am amazed by her

I feel our bodies inside that bed, I pretend

As soft and warm as that fresh baked brioche bread

It all just seemed to make sense

Sensory overload in that fragrance

But I snap out of my stupor

Shocked!

I shouldn't feel this way

When I found her

Locked!

Under that glass bakery display