It’s a harmless hobby really
On Monday nights I flirt with the coffee boy
(He rather likes men from what I see)
Across the room I see HIM
Sculptured jaw line
Drinking water
The Flamethrower.
Damn him!
I am turned around
Flesh and bone woman turned around
Energy magnetized
I am standing.
Stupid.
Waiting.
I can’t consider waiting.
Walk away.
(No one turns this woman around.
I pole vault the Sears tower,
on slow days,
for sport.)
My friend asks, astonished,
Why are you glowing?
It’s nothing really,
smiling Mona Lisa
curled lip mystery
eyelids half-staff
Knowing
The flamethrower has ignited me.
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