Hand Sanitizer
Awkward.
Especially since I don’t even know you.
We had a starring contest,
and you said I won,
but I didn’t notice you blink at all.
You have very beautiful eyes
by the way.
We had to hold hands
During our little competition,
she made us do it.
Fifteen seconds…
Start over…
Fifteen seconds…
Wait no,
twenty…
Okay.
You're all done…
go write about it.
These situations she puts us in…
they’re so strange,
But I like them.
I think they’re okay.
We got pretty good stuff out of them
after all.
Besides…
Now my hands are clean!
This poem was written by Chantal Smith on Oct 26, 2005.
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