he is a man of several habits
his virtue that of the fallen arch
his odor the smell of an evening’s must
his taste the flavor of nothing at all
his lovers ephemeral, he carefully gnaws a thumbnail or two
rubbing himself the wrong way
spitting thumbnail slivers onto the floor
(Copyright 2023 by Tetman Callis.)
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