An assault on the olfactory

this morning at the office

while walking past the bland rows of cubicles

sent my consciousness spiraling back home

with images of brewed coffee

lemon meringue pie

and homemade premium adobo simmered dry.

The attack rendered me inutile

drooling all over my keyboard

and ogling at my monitor

which now has been reduced to alphabet soup.

The senses heighten

at the approach of noon

with taunting specters of fresh sweet pineapple

and savory stir-fried vegetables

on steaming white rice.

The human is utterly defenseless

when the stomach overrides the network.

Got to placate the insurgent

cries the brain

as I scamper off to the cafeteria.