II. A Voyeur, a Voice
I'm not doing anything sexy, just smelling my shoes a few times.
For some reason when people smell something gross,
they have to smell it again, just because.
No one can explain why it happens. It just does.
They're sitting on their porch taking in the early-June sun,
but that girl keeps screaming. She's not in any trouble or anything, she's just screaming.
She's feeling good.
They just don't know how to explain it to the children.