Oh, No.

Now that the unwanted sauce has tainted your pasta,
let’s follow that flaw further: the air you breathe? —
the kitchen’s adrift in fumes of tomato, onion, garlic,
drenched in rosemary, oregano, basil, bay, thyme…

And when you kiss me goodnight,
& smell my breath rank with the tang of asiago,
my long cheek may seem the indifferent difficulty of life,
O my sad child.