POEM 054/100

Banker blue button-down shirt

dark continents of sweat mapped out on his back

and the stench of fried onions drips in the air

 

 

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One Response to POEM 054/100

  1. I was utterly amazed by his B.O. until I noticed the hot dog cart just across the street. Still, the combination of smells was memorable to say the least. Like how cologne or perfume mixes with a person’s natural scent to make a third, unique aroma. It was like that. But with onions.

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