old fruit flavor cage

The heavy odor of damp old books
crashing into young sweat
and fruit, left out for a week,
topped with the hot fudge of unwashed clothes
worn several times over.

That’s what you smell like.

* “old fruit flavor cage” appeared as the poem of the day for Sunday February 4, 2007 at Haggard & Halloo

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