She’s Got the Dirt on the Stinky Guy

The stinky guy
has just entered Copperfield’s.
He approaches the counter to get a
refill
and is told by the girl behind the counter
that he should probably go outside
because the boss is here and
-OH LORD-
my face twists up,
the stinky guy’s stink
has washed over me like a
yellow urine cloud.
I try to fight the question
“does he sleep in public bathrooms?”
when,
contrast of all contrast,
here comes Sommer
in all her natural born
corn-stalkness,
with my sandwich,
and we may talk later
because she’s got the
dirt
on the
stinky guy.