Submitted by LacksFocus
Adapted from "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot
Is it the scent of cookies on his breath
That makes me so digress?...
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through Chicago streets
And watched for the smoke that rises from the cigarette
Of a man in a hoodie, carrying a bookbag?…
I should have been a pair of khakis
Brushing against the skin of warm thighs.
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