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