June 24th, 2013
Wrote this on the plane this morning
Like a 21st-century Genghis,
Slaying any other smells that dare approach the nose.
The host, inured to the onslaught by years of abuse, probably.
What happens when he finishes the current bottle, this present vessel?
Does Amazon restock his shelf? Did his parents teach him the benefit of buying as much of your favorite cologne as you can afford? I can see pantry shelves in a cheap Spokane apartment, lined with little black bottles of this oppressive odor, each bottle furiously waiting for its release, each ounce of liquid destruction flush with anticipation of nostrils left to conquer.