A Longmont Turkey Smell
The playground smelled, like rotten school food left in the sun, we chocked, coughed, wheezed. We ran. We hoped to avoid kisses from little girls. They had kisses that would ruin us. We stood near the principal. He spat near the bike rack. We spat often, onto the gravely play-ground. The bell rung: recess over. (15:356)
*The Smell was brought to us by the processing plant at Longmont Foods. The smell, of turkeys being processed, would be quit awful.