a rainy confession. annon.

December 1, 2010

i bury my face in the crowd. so i can smell everybody. everybody’s cheep perfume. and everybody’s farts. i walk with my nose tailing the back of that guy’s neck. at the bus stop i wait for then to come wafting. i scan the faces for the most embarrassed looking one. i bend down next to this one pretending to tie my shoe. and take a whiff. oh it’s definitely this one. no amount of looking around in feigned disgust at whoever it was that let that out! can hide your shame. in the rain i like to smell dogs, if i can.



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