As I, Lay Woman Reading

the book
I’m in,

The door
Above me
Opened and
Chatter of
Strangers
Interjected
My Aspirate.

—-

For the first
Time in over
A year, cloudy
As sewage,

The Scent of
Strange man
Wift in my
Vicinity. The
Aerosol aura
Of Some Man,
invaded My
inhales; musky,
Thick, Cedar,
and sweaty
Testosterone.

—-

I hated it
—Already.

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