Poem: I’m Here For Him

It’s awfully smelly in here.

Cherry blossoms and lavender, maybe.

Undetected hints of something else.

Two drinks in hand.

Spot him across the room.

His nose close to the bottle.

Sniffing the scent not the flavor.

Not that delicious to eat.

I don’t need a bag.

I’m only here for him.

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