Yawning, I close my eyes.
My mouth carries
the taste of things foreign to me—
Hi-C juiceboxes,
the kind Mom packed for lunch
in brown paper bags,
cilantro,
and sweet sweat.
What is it about the smell of autumn that makes me nostalgic?

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