This guy who sat in front of me in science class never showered after recess.
He was one of those boys, you know, the ones who enter a room and make their presence known
by their scent
friction between rubber and asphalt,
bursting through a volatile layer of Evergreen Old Spice
like something tasty
like salty milk
I wanted to learn more about boys and this one in particular.
I wanted to be…sexy… like this boy and I thought I was sexy too
On forums, I had it
I had all
sexy online aroma
until anonymous told me no
“you smell like a nasty chink”
I caught wind of my own rotting fetor
growing, I opened my windows and aired out my sheets
But what are little boys made of?
Slugs and snails
severed puppy dog tails
dirt and driftwood burning on the beach
and then there’s me
I was a sea weed
tossed back out to the ocean
all I wanted was to be evergreen.