It's spring and this whole city smells like an aquarium.
Men like sucker fish stuck to their car windows,
gaping maws of lust and longing.
You'll walk an avenue and fifteen blocks
to see a pale pair of gams
and a smile crooked as a dog's leg.
Sidle up to the spotty silvered bathroom mirror,
practice your very best scowl and scoff.
Some girl will take you home.
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