I smack my lips and say me too. The guy behind me
in line for ice cream smacked my butt. Twice. I said “Excuse Me!”
Twice. I said it twice. He was about to grab my breasts but I stopped him
with the force of one thousand Excuse me’s. The lady in front
handed me a tissue because I was 25, in Rome, and my backpack
with the Canadian flag sewn into the side, would have been a bitch
to take off to search for a kleenex. I didn’t tell her it was a smack
to take off to search for a kleenex. I didn’t tell her it was a smack
and not a sneeze. I just said thank you.
Lori Polachek
October 2018
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