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Of Human Bondage (And Sweat Glands)

Here is the post on my first experience of Poetry Slam.

And this is my first poem, Of Human Bondage (And Sweat Glands)

My palm is clammy; my silver ring is slipping from my finger; I try to wipe it on my jeans, but the heat from the fiction only makes it worse—

So clammy that if I clench my hand into a fist, I might be able to collect the water in a bucket.

—And my heart beats faster and faster and I start stuttering because my tongue feels like sandpaper and I can’t think because I’ll realize what you actually think of me—

This.

This is how I feel when I see you, from 20 feet away. Wait till you hear about what happens when I want to talk to you.

I’m afraid to talk to you because I have a feeling that my skin misses being touched and loved by someone else and it will betray me and have an affair with the bacteria and produce smell that is characteristic to me only—

Every morning when I subconsciously cloud my skin in strong, floral deodorants and antiperspirants, ignoring the fact that I may have a splitting headache, or the fact that I’m being frowned upon by the Atmosphere, I think, who am I to stop those two who’re in love?

We humans think that we are the most “evolved”. But do you know how other animals find the perfect partner?

BODY ODOR.

And we humans? We are revolted by Body odor and instead rely on our strongest and stupidest sense, sight.

Ignoring something more reliable: gut feeling.

Maybe…

Maybe…

Maybe Someday…

Because of these yucky ad very helpful love affairs, I might be able to find “the one”.

Or maybe just enough courage to tell him.

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