SHE CHECKED TO MAKE SURE
L was lit.
And I was
walking my eyes
up her legs,
the ruffle and fold
of her flower
dress, her
arms, her
neck, her
cheek, her hair.
Then
the bus-stop
lean back to get a glimpse
of the world.
But the metal barrel
dug into my back,
making me wince, making me obvious
and wack.