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Aimee Norton, finalist in the first MMM Poetry Online & in print Contest
In the Name of Cleanliness
Mother skunks war
in a sea of egg salad
or it’s raining Agent Orange
at the local dump.
No—I am simply shopping for soap
on Aisle 9 at Lucky’s Grocery.
Dish washing detergent, both
automatic and hand,
passionfruit scented
toiletbowl freshener,
non-chlorine colorfast bleach,
anti-static fabric sheets,
vinegar free, aerosol pumped ...
Products made to stamp out stink
rape my senses
when all I want is an oatmeal scented,
off-white lump of low-suds lard.
The boxed and the bottled
exhale
into air so artificial
I can taste immune suppression.
That puts the Gamble aside Proctor.
My nose did not evolve
to withstand chemicals bottled for a profit.
My olfactory bulbs developed to
be enticed by the pheromones of my mate,
discern my baby from a gaggle of milky newborns,
smell smoke, and
avoid rotting meat.
In this sensorial sabotage,
I’m a homing pigeon tethered
to four norths
flapping furiously towards
a Pinesol scented nest.
Aimee A. Norton is a professional astronomer researching solar magnetism. Her passions include poetry and science fiction. She has published research in The Astrophysical Journal, Solar Physics and Astronomy & Astrophysics. Her poetry has appeared in numerous journals in both Australia and the U.S. including Byline, Paper Wasp and The Blue Marmot Review.