How do you smell?
I don’t smell well.
In fact,
I can scarcely smell
anything at all.
We walk by honeysuckle
and she exudes pleasure
and if she didn’t verbalize
about the smell
I would be curious
about her ecstasy.
Even a skunk’s defense
presents  my olfactory prowess
with a challenge.

It’s so bad
that even if I smelled
I wouldn’t know it.

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