Numb-Out
At the back of my palate
Near the top of my throat
Lies a region as holy
As the blood of a goat
Now feeling numb
Insensitive to scent
I wonder just where
My smell mojo went
Will COVID return it?
Can olfaction come back
As piercing and strong
As a hammering jack?
It comes in quite handy
In professions like mine
Where years have been spent
Designing a fragrance line
Cheese tastes like rubber
Soup like salt slurry
Coffee’s thick water
Hurry, nose, hurry!
Once you’re back in my life
I’ll be sure to cherish
Your powerful gifts
Till the day that I perish
Perceiving dimensions
Sensing textures and pitch
My nose, bump and all,
Has made my life rich
For granted I took it
Even knowing the threat
Now it’s on strike
And I’m starting to fret
“Wait a week,” they all say
And I don’t have a choice
By next Wednesday, I hope,
I’ll partake in rejoice!
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