Transpiration
I can’t don’t lay claim on much,
but the aroma of sweat from my
underarms is mine. I sniff the air,
yeah, it’s me alright, alone in my
room I can enjoy my tiny victory.
I’m a victim of peoples’ mania
with personal hygiene, often baths
and hide my private olfactory in
suave chemicals
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
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