Sniffers

 

Just imagine if we had the nose of terriers.
Then we could smell even our own snot,
become supra-sensitive towards the narcotics
of our own vanity: signature perfume, soap,

the upper-middle-class mouthwash as fount
of youth. These are from the well-to-do’s
center well where our dogness’ sins bathe
each day, to prepare ourselves for work and

the MRT stations, mall doors, looking for
things we hope not to find—the aromatics
of exotic politics that, on second thought,
we also need to proceed to the rewards of

universal friendships with men, American
manufacturers of dog food, not? We could
only smell what we’ve been trained to smell,
we continue to bathe by that very same well.

 

 

---November 4-6, 2002

 

 

 

 

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