October 2005 / Volume Six / Issue Five
Gerald So
Excuse me

My eyes pick her up
as soon as she enters
and I realize,
even before that,
I smelled her:
rain and ash.

We've never spoken,
not really.
Across the room
I want to kiss her.
I wonder if she'd mind.

Anyone looking
can see I'm interested.

I catch myself
actually puckering
and try to pass it off
as an aborted sneeze.
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