by Connor Orrico
On good days it is amorphous energizing sport bodywash, mint zing toothpaste and corporate abstractions like phoenix or black eclipse deodorant underneath hand cream with a faint bouquet of peach and all its purity. On a more typical day it is the humbler scent of stale unwashed sheets, sharp saccharine breath from energy drinks and individually wrapped candies, a transient veneer to mask the musty smell of being human.
Poet biography:
Connor Orrico is a medical student and amateur field recordist interested in global health, mental health, and how we make meaning from the stories of person and place we share with each other, themes which are explored with his words in journals such as The Collidescope, Burning House Press, Headline Poetry & Press, and hedgerow, as well as with his sounds at labels such as Bivouac Recording.