How Do I Tell How Free I Am?

The makers of soaps
know the smell of clean
and manufacture all
their cleaners with it.
.
The grease of
my life is my enemy,
my nostrils do a
primitive quiver.
.
But I feel it bust away
with the foaming edge of my
cloth and the fragrance of
clean liberates my breath.
.
The burst of bubbles and
the squeak of fingers on glass
tell me how
free I am.