Pheromone Poem by The Poet SPIEL

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