as you feel your way
through men's underwear
at wal-mart
you sense
a breathing creature
on your heels
excreting
you fear if you
turn your head
it will vanish
but you love the rush
perhaps that same
brown-skinned man
who'd followed you
one week ago today
then shyly
turned his head away
so you linger
face forward
til the scent
has forgotten you
but vow to reappear
next week
when you'll slick the hair
from your nostrils
to best affect the high
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