The Day I Forgot My Deoderant

Fri, 01/24/2014 - 12:15 -- BenMaes


I hurdled over the laser

While the farage door closed over me


In a frenzy

I attempted to open my car

With a bagel in my mouth

Water in one hand

My book bag in the other


I drove through school zones




Eyeing the clock

As if my stare

Could stop time


I arrived

Parking in my usual spot

At the furthest end

Of the parking lot


My shoelaces

Flew wildly

Thrashing my ankles

As I ran

With my shoes


Following suit


I ran past my classroom


I turned around

(Bell rings)

And ran into my classroom


The teacher glared at me

Her spearing eyes

Magnified through her glasses



I should say


She let it slide this time

She must have seen the fear in my eyes


Like a mirror


I wonder if

She scares herself


I sat down at my desk

Once my mind settled

I caught my breath

A heavy breath


The breath carried a scent

Of myself

Making me acutely aware

Of my mistake


I committed

The cardinal sin

Of morning preparation


I casually


Sniffed my own armpit


To double check

To make sure

If it was I

Who was carring

The rancid aura


The stench was just the beginning

Each sniff reminding me

Of my blunder


That scent

So repulsing

Yet alluring

That you take a

Casual sniff

And cringe again

And again


I held my arms as close

To my torso as possible

As if to prevent

That vicious scent

From escaping


But I was better than this

How could I succumb

To such a rookie mistake?


Ah! Yes

The emergency deoderant

I keep at all times

Buried under the heap

Of frisbees

In my trunk


I waddled

Like a penguin

To my teacher's desk


To ask

For temporary leave

To relieve

MY ailment


Her eyes saying "No"

Before they locked

With mine


The battle royal

The last stand

The final frontier


Of course she turns me down

Probably to

"Teach me a lesson"


But I will not stand for this

I took my seat instead


And so

I sat back


Staring at her

With my hands resting

Behind my head




I see those bulbous eyes


Each time she glances by

Trying to refrain

From peering

Into those two devilish

Pits of despair


I won

The day I forgot my deoderant



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