The Carnal Smell The carnal smell of warming leather saying come to me, sink into me take a load off, kickback recline away from worries of the day. I watch the log, harvested from Safeway, starting to burn and turn into tigeryellow claws reaching for the chimney warming, nice kitty, saying come to me. I go to her and reach out to her and caress her playful silkiness. She spits and my hand, rejected, returns blistered, black and burned. The carnal smell. And I think of vicissitudes.