Ozone Afterburners

Stopped short in the grab
for the aerosol can in 1966.
I’ll just stink today,
smell like me
instead and see
who might just notice
the spray shadow
that ain’t no more there.
.
Then stopping stark outside
I’ll reek like the rotted ozone
in full retreat
from a Russian winter
from a hellish summer.
As an antiperspirant jet
streaks across the evening sky,
it’s pilots sure of
round-the-clock protection.