Ten stems of daffodils for under two bucks, I bought...

Ten stems of daffodils for under two bucks, I bought three
bunches and walked them home in the cold. They’re spread around my place now.
Closed like beaks two days ago, now throwing their faces open in trumpet blasts
of yellow. I came home last night and was met with an unfamiliar smell. How
jarring it is, to return to your home and find the smell is not usual, like
being in public bathroom and looking up from washing your hands and not being
sure which face of the four others reflected is yours. I sniffed around,
wondering what had gone wrong. An underbridge smell, a little like piss. A
smell that was sour and damp. A smell that hits the deep parts of the nose,
less the nostrils and more the brain. I leaned into one gathering of daffodils
and there it was. Perfumier up close, more floral, but it was guttery around
the edges. It smells like Easter my mind told me, not knowing at all what
Easter smells like. The mini-eggs maybe. Today it’s a snowday. All the plans
were cancelled. I watched the snow and had flowers around me.