Glue

There’s a certain kind of man who can smell you a mile away. He’s broken and you smell like glue. You smell like bail money and an empty bed, a Christmas bonus and a mechanic who owes a favor. Like a medicine cabinet and an unlocked door. An open mouth, a full set of teeth, an easy laugh. Warm skin that hasn’t been touched in a long time.

Maybe he’s a musician, or a surfer. Maybe an electrician. Everything you need.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Margaret Tsukuda says:

    Hey, I’m gonna try and post a comment when I get home . . .2 hard 2 do it from phone. Anyhow, I absolutely adored this piece. Prose so descriptive, and 4 me, entirely relatable! Thank u 4 this. Just wonderful!

    On Sun, Sep 15, 2019, 6:06 PM most of this is true. wrote:

    > Allison McCabe posted: “There’s a certain kind of man who can smell you a > mile away. They’re broken and they smell glue. They smell bail money and an > empty bed, a Christmas bonus and a mechanic who owes a favor. They smell a > medicine cabinet and an open wallet. An open mouth, a ” >

  2. Margaret Tsukuda says:

    Perfect analogy: glue. So true.

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