heave n scent

this morning
the cream cheese smelled like the bad breath of adults
who used to bend down to wave their faces in mine
when they wanted to pass on some private smelly kindness,
causing me to squeam.
you know,
that musk that permeates the adult world.

then my coffee had the hint of a well kept public bathroom.
well kept in that the hint wasn't that of intrepid piss
but of the residual chemicals
that cling and radiate from 400 walls.

then the cucumber slices
(they went on top of the cream cheese)
tasted something funny.
something false and sagging.
the taste of burst vacuoles and stagnant water.

all this in the movement of tiny hairs.
a moment of bristling molecules in the darkness
of double barrel vestibules.

there is something wrong with my nose,
or else the world stinks.