She didn’t want to admit to…
using his deodorant;
to wearing his t’shirt under her coat.
She would often slip it on after he left
and roll the sticky scent under her arms,
behind her ears
across her inner thighs.
No one seemed to notice through her day
or, if they did
never said anything
‘You smell like a man’.
But of course
she never thought that herself.
All she thought was
‘I smell like him’.