Can You Imagine What a Battlefield Smells Like? Helen’s nascent protuberance & morningsickness mousily besought Uncle to shimmythrough his packed furnace room clutterto sniff for the clue why she wanted to puke. Obliging her face that could launch a thousand ships,I tripped on barbells turning over a discarded radiatorwhich held sweaty exercise gear + a moldy jock —until one sock got caught in some mystery muck. Both light bulbs burned out, my left sock limpedback into the civilization of my …