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 Taylor SwiftAt the Taylor Swift show in PittsburghMost of the restrooms were reserved femaleWhen I finally found a men ’s roomIt was near empty and very cleanAs I pissed a pleasant tropical fragrance Wafted around me in heady swirls.It struck me the pains we take to mitigateThe foul, the ugly, the reeking, the distastefulMy own piss, via complex chemical reactionsWith the lime green slab at the baseWas creating a Costa Rican faunaOf sweet citrusy florality It ’s just piss, I thoughtIt ’s just me and my own pissI didn ’t need this Funeral home perfumes, deodorants and antiperspirantsThe way we dab our upper lips with tincture of benzoinIn the OR for cases of Fournier ’s gangrene. Always sanitizing, erasing the olfactory evidencesOf waste and decayOut of respect for the demands Of civilizational decor.Just before we got into townWe stopped at a run down gas stationWith piss spattered metal seatsAnd the agitating churn of my streamStirred up an ammoniac stench That watered my eyes.A keen physician can sometimes Make a snap diagnosis bedsideBased solely on the smell of a patient ’s urine.Odors are difficult to catalogThe words only have meaningAfter the experience, like love.Juniper. Jasmine. Lavender.Petrichor. The smell of raucous sex.Such overlap with taste.Put your nose in places it doesn ’t belongNow your tongue.Next thing you know you ’re a dadYour kids are getting too oldYour daughter ’s scent begins to hint at unf...

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - June 18, 2023 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs