One Bwogger reports on… an interesting odor.

The door swings open. 

Oh, dorm sweet dorm!

Yet, a pause.

An unwelcome scent has infiltrated

This corner of Sulz, 

Our AC’d sanctuary

Now tainted.

Tendrils of stink making their way out of the walls,

Seeping into my olfactory organs

Taking over, 

A slow expansion west, if you will. 

I am reminded of Yellowstone National Park, 

Renowned for its geysers, 

Bison

Wolves

Perhaps less so for its pits of yellowish acid.

A pool of sulfur

Bottled up

And sprayed like champagne in a locker room, 

Coating the walls, the popcorn ceilings,

Except we’re the losing team. 

Wishing to expel this stench, 

I search for the source. 

Where did this imposter come from? 

Who allowed it entry? 

I emerge stumped,

Just as stinky as before.  

After dinner

I return

The same smell cloaking any familiar scent, 

Clothes

Books

Blankets

Now marinating in wet dog and pond scum. 

I sit, defeated

Resigned to an evening of work, 

Surrounded by this aromatic gloom. 

I inhale, a sigh. 

What’s that I smell? 

Nothing? 

Where has our dear friend gone? 

Yet there it lingers,

Like a nervous puppy, 

Waiting for approval, 

Settling upon every surface. 

I can no longer allow myself to will it away.

—

Our dear Sulz stench, 

With its infamous sulfuric scent,

We claim you as our own. 

Though we know not your origin, your birth,

We welcome you,

Now a part of our home.

Sulz via Bwog Archives