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By Misti Date: 2003 Aug 14 Comment on this Work [[2003.08.14.00.23.9026]] |
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years ago browsing a ghetto dollar store the packages of incense jumped out at me and I blushed and laughed, shocked, at the package titled..."Pussy" years ago I was a virgin clumsy yet eager with the blow jobs fluid with the phone sex comfortable with the nights of dormitory cuddling and fondling drinking flat Chianti by the blue glow of the cheap televsion set on mute showing my crush the bounty of free condoms I'd snatched up at the safe sex booth in the quad with the disclaimer,"I'm saving myself for Spring Break"...spending the night, anyway whenever I caught a whiff of myself I felt ashamed and nervous walking to class hoping no one would notice I was ripe and reeking speaking in foreign tongues to no translation saturation left me stranded naked on Ellis Island like Daryl Hannah in "Splash" I was a fish in need of a bath but there were only showers down the hall from my Jim Morrison and Beatles posters plastered dorm walls I was a walking dripping flower but I felt like tuna in a can years ago there was a man who fancied himself a chef without the Boyardee and oh how he loved to dine on me with the disclaimer,"Your pussy is too strong, babe...buy some Vagisil! FDS! Lysol! Extra Strength Pine Sol! I'm doing you a favor so tone that flavor down!" years ago I was dumb so I scrubbed and scrubbed the most me of me away I was a kitchen floor on a bright spring day! I was a field of plastic daisies! I was Pussy By Revlon! I was Plain Vanilla Yum! and today I am inhaling myself like I'm some new exotic flower only found on certain uncharted isles miles away from Maui I'm drugged and dazed and awestruck...Fuck! Have I Always Smelled This Good?!!! I tell a man who knows about such things that I am happy with myself, suddenly a dizzy little bumblebee lost in my own meadow Am I Crazy? I ask him Do I Smell As Good As I Think I Do? Yes and Yes, he tells me Do I Taste Good? I ask him, just to be sure Yes, he tells me Yes And No You Don't Need A Spray You're Gourmet, Baby You Have Nothing To Hide Or Mask Or Scrub Away I'm okay with this I catch a whiff and it's as surprising and wonderful as driving down Paseo Del Norte with the window down at 3:30 a.m. right past the Cocoa Puffs factory that is always hiring. |