The Trail of Thought (that the audience hates)

[monablackbird]

I was thinking about how your hair smelled when my
text rang said
"he's not responding, could you give him a call?"
I imagined the words in another setting, like a hospital
but this was a request for money due
and then I relapsed

it was interesting, pungent, not bad
day old follicles
[the scent was yours]
day old lingering cologne
[the scent was hers]
day old ash, wetter from dew (you said you stopped smoking)
[the scent was mine]

you were distinct
in that you always lit my cig(a.r.e.t.t.e)
with disdain

--

my phone's been shaking violent
like a horny woman in bed
who masturbates when she bleeds
next to a hardened lover
and a cold duvet.

All but the last stanza read in a way that's at once interesting and a little confusing. I feel like that's a good thing. The style made me pay attention and wonder why lines were broken as they are and what the last six letters of cigarette might be an acronym for. But I'm not really sure that's why they're broken up to being with. So, lots of interest here.

The block where the scents are described makes me feel like I've been let into something very intimate. Lovely.

The last block is just fabulous. It's sad and provocative and drops the reader right in the middle of the story while being at the end of the poem. It leaves a feeling of "more".