smell of me
how do you like the smell of me
there are so many layers
of unreckoned sterile,
i don't know what has been suppressed under my packaging
waiting to be eaten
and what has long gone since the meat rollers passed dissipated
before you could sniff the scent of it
the sense of it
now
i can tie pretty bows all over these corners
these sharp witted don’t-touch-me-now
conjoinings annoyances that I like
but that would be beyond the point
because it is
fragrance behooves your buds doesn’t it
eradicates your dictates of yearn
i disgust you,
but i like it
don’t forget to breathe me in