Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Aroma by Jasen Sousa

Aroma


Have plans with my man, 
nothing specific, we are
going to just hang out and kick it.

He sends me a text 
from an unknown, unfamiliar number,
telling me that he can’t make it.

Become angry, thoughts 
speed through my head
like a disabled train
at rush hour.

He must be up to his old tricks,
out to get a fix,
texting me licking his lips.

I send back
an angry response
in angry fonts.

He texts me back,
he wants to see me real bad,


but he has been in and out of shelters

lately, and hasn’t been able to shower
for weeks.


“Even my name wreaks.”


And for a moment
I remember his name.




First Published
in
Somewhere Lost

Copyright © 2011 by Jasen Sousa

Copyright © All Rights Reserved by J-Rock Publishing

Library of Congress
Cataloging in Publication Data
ISBN  978-0-9714926-7-7

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