he’s gorgeous
i mean, honey
he is beautiful
strong, thick arms
broad chest
warm inviting lips
his smile, perfection
he glances at me
i am staring
dear god! i’m staring
but he doesn’t
turn away
i watch his mouth
as he answers his
cell phone,
as he speaks
to a wife or a lover
or boss or something
goddamnit!
he looks again
blood scratches my skin
my heart races
he stands
his pants tight
revealing
a thousand wicked images
dance across my eyes
and he leaves
without looking
i adjust my mask
pack my laptop
in my backpack
walk to my car
only to find a business card
and a note on the back
