poetry

somewhere on la brea

a woman walked past me
smelling of
environmentally-
sound shampoo

a man beside her spoke to someone
on his phone, “Hi, hello?
yes, we are going to have to reschedule our dinner reservations.
some other time maybe.
thanx [with an x],
goodbye.”

all of a sudden
I was acutely aware that
I needed to shave my legs

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