where even a fragment of a man could undo me

Art by Kristina Closs

History of Pleasure

by Richie Hofmann 

I walked by myself to the market
past ruins with broken
bodies of stone, where even
a fragment of a man could undo me. 
I bought herbs wrapped in paper.
Light shone through the glass of our apartment. 
You had been showering,
the smell of mint invaded the room, your hair was wet. 

from A Hundred Lovers