when the cologne of a man who does not love you lingers on your skin longer than expected.

This must be what it feels like to have a boyfriend
Curled in the man of him
Cologne seeping into skin
I wish I were smaller
Less myself
So I could be in the warmth of you without feeling like a trader
Like a woman stranger to herself
Like a broken promise
I imagine my next lover will also hug me in daylight
Will want to be in my arms
Will not rush
I will call him Sap.


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