Strange odors drift under my nose
fruity, salty, spicy, greasy –
creating both yearning and revulsion.
Cacophonous noise echoes around me
friends laugh, babies cry, grandma yells
shall I focus on them, or plug my ears?
Toddler bounces on my bench,
football player stamps the floor,
my table, drink and pen shake.
Star-spangled shorts, ribbon-ed dreads,
batman t-shirt, man-bun, sparkly pink shoes
shall I watch or shall I write?
I give up.
Fried rice mixes with acai blueberry water
on my tongue.
I taste fruit, salt, spice and grease, and I smile.