Poem: The Armpit Veneration Ceremony

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There needs to be more

Appreciation for Armpits

That underworld of the torso

Like an earthy mezzanine

A second waist

That we both expose

And hide

Don’t you love

Those sacred moments

When, on a hot day

Arms are raised unconsciously

And a sudden nakedness of smell

Uplifts the atmosphere of the room?

I don’t think I could ever love anyone

Whose armpits simply

Didn’t know how

To be themselves

If you can’t fall in love

With your own

Smelly humanity

What sacredness can you have?

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