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Heron Clan Jan 28, 2024 Almost Entir, When they say No thank, Only
Almost Entirely
She rushed in, and the
smell of coffee-vanilla followed
like toddlers in a game of chase
as the door clicked behind her.
Closed off in the hall,
the waft of warmth and safety
was cut in half and it
slammed up against the glass door,
vapor fingers pressed, nose flattened,
peering in at it’s sibling smells
dancing around her inside the office.
The building’s conditioned air grabs them,
peeling them off,
shuffling them down the corridor
to mingle with other chance odors,
other chance memories
someone might catch from
an isolated scent
of coffee-vanilla rising from the rushing
office temp in braided pigtails and oversized glasses.
When They Say No Thank you.
When you tell a guy that he’s not your type
Make sure a hair is not hanging from your chin.
When you tell a girl she’s too fat to dance,
Make sure your eczema is not blooming behind your ears,
Your trousers secure, not showing cleavage.
Tell a woman you look older
and do nothing to hide a sneer
Filled with missing teeth
When you sit back, booming
That you don’t need hearing aids, and
The table five rows over answers
Yes you do.
Wonder why the ladies shrink
When you ask them to go for coffee?
The waitress more interesting than you?
Perhaps it’s really is you, and
Not them.
Only
Only you.
Only you
Know,
I need kisses in threes.
When you left me lonely
When you left me alone
One
Was all you gave me
One
And only
One.
