Residues of

engine oil

inside my

winter nose.

That smell is a

pedagogy.

Engineered

zephyrs

on white-knuckled

fingers.

That too is a

pedagogy.

Sips on

refreshing foam:

exploitation
housed in
pedagogy.

The crunch of

breaded chicken

within

recycled paper.

The roaring lights
flashing
beneath my eyes.

The dings

and dongs

…