Almost Innocent
Is it terrible
that I smell you
when we hug?
Or is it worse
that I think about it
after the fact?
Or perhaps
these things are both trumped
by the truth –
that I do this
with almost every man
in my life.
by Jen Salamone
5:00 PM
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