Much worn nighttime finger splint--

Newspaper--

Tabasco on just-fried catfish--

Water from the faucet exploding into a sun-hot steel pail--

A wine cork from last night (merlot) still on the corkscrew--

Dark chocolate laced with orange rind--

Must of the metal frame of the sliding glass door--

These the smells of my day, of this particular Friday in June.