The Smell


seed-freckled strawberries decompose cheerfully fuzzily jar-born spaghetti sauce erupts contusions of mold silently once crispy lettuce lies eroded flaccidly pressed gray bologna best before date flaunted shamelessly lumpy fish chowder swims in congealed cream happily pizza remains stiffen drained of taste sullenly crusty body-less plastic-bagged head of irritating neighbour quietly stinking up my fridge.