The Loneliest Little Maelstrom


Underweight, still bloated
Wreaking of cigarettes
and already chewed gum
Body odor
Irritating my nostrils
Making me woozy
Like perfume
Stalwart, yet feeble and dreading
Every moment close to me
Sweaty palms and beady eyes

I look at you
You look away

Talking without acknowledging
Who you're talking to

I move toward you
You move away

Yet slowly giving into
What it is I long for

And you secretly long for too

October 26, 2005


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