I’m often stuck in jams wondering what kind of lives the people in front of me lead.
I like the line – it smells like me, reminding me of me. Someone withdrawing into themselves for comfort.
If I didn’t wash for weeks, it would smell like something that causes fuming eyes. 😉
Oh, ode to the unwashed comfy shirt, I know ye well. 🙂
@joannesisco introverts unite 😉
@rhonda: haha yes good point!
@njmagas: your shirt would be so touched 🙂
Really good poem. I often wonder about people I see too.
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