Classmate by Polina Yakovleva

He was as grandiloquent as the word grandiloquent

overly verbose and painfully engrossed

in the putrid sweetness of his ego

that he reeked of—

“It’s a new scent by Dior” he told me

winking, sinking his perfumed fingers

into the fire of my mind.


But what pissed me off the most

about that overdose of pompous words

was how many of them I scribbled

in my journal

to define later.