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I tried to lower my head,

To veer away from his mouth...



BUT HE SAID "HELLO" WITH WIND,

That rustled my hair, and knocked me out of my shoes.



"Would you like a piece of gum?"

I offered as politely as I could.



Him with his ashy grey shirt,

Grimy denim jeans with oil stains,

And suspenders to boot.

What the hell was his pocket protecter for?



Do not catapalt your wit at me like waves of destructive tide.



"Hey, baby."

Again, air, like blasts over a dead camel on the Sahara.

"Would you like a tic tac?" I suggest again.



And again you said, "No."

How could you not see the finger lingering under my nose...

Did you think I really had an itch!



"Where have you been all my life, precious."

Wind, unplugged from a balloon and rammed up my nostrils....



UNTIL--



I COULD NOT TAKE IT ANYMORE.



"Would you like a breath mint."

And again your stupid, "I can't get a hint ass,"

SAID "NO".



"LISTEN,

I am not interested in you,

I was just trying to be polite.

But since you insist on "NO",

Let me insist on "YES",

Take the damn mint,

And don't bother anyone else!



YOU ALMOST DIDN'T SURVIVE!"