in here
i tell my son,
as i visit his dorm room
at the college.
he shrugs and says. i don't
smell anything.
i look at his pile of clothes
on the floor.
his wet tennis shoes.
a half eaten bag of french
fries and
something grey that looks
like a chicken leg.
maybe open a window,
i suggest.
hmmm. good idea, he
says. i will later
if i can find a screw driver
and a hammer.
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