My Nose

I love touching my nose
I love it so much that I
put my lips to my nose,
make a scrunched up face,
and smell the residues
of whatever I ate that day
in a loving (bizarre) way.

I must confess,
I am guilty of
touching it too much,
rubbing it too much,
scratching it too much,
but unlike a masturbatory release,
I just get a bright red nose
that looks like I caught a sniffy cold.

I am touching it
as I write this poem
Sniff
Sniff
Sniff
Stop it!

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