ILLEGAL

LUNCH

sign seen and I enter ready to bite.

Looking up and yes....

now down

I see not a tender sirloin

not testy salad

but turmoil.

Ohhh what is this

sexxy fine and tender

looking here at me

I gasp out words

food...

you got food

"WHAT?"

comes back at me

Falafel... halwa...

draws in breath and lungs and BAK LA WA.

"Oh" comes back at me.

Orange polo... denim jeans

tiny skirt and thighs between

eyeing me

that does not mean...

I spy the door

and he gestures

I come in.

he gestures

and I sit in,

Thought flying through my mind

eyeing his behind

ILLEGAL

he steps into the side room

and stays

minutes...

minutes....

and minutes.

Later

he says

FOOD?

(ILLEGAL)

I see now

That orange tshirt... nice color

nice tan

nice abs (on any man)

I see now

and search for words out.

He stammers a list of options...

"but no food"

The sign outside lay false acclaim

fine veggie inside

and I bit the line,

I promise a return

my next tripout...

he pours me coffee

and brings it out.

we sit

my summer white skirt

my summer white mesh

top

my hair flashing signals he never should have met.

Making him

want more than coffee.

While his ORANGE drew better lines in my mind

'neath his smile

and draped jeans

on swaggered hips

and my eyes,

until

Oh...

I speak...

"my mom's outside!"

AND

"come back"

comes back at me.

I came back

and gave him sixteen hundred dollars.

just for that attack.

....and his number

and he got mine.

He coulda been my baybeh.

I coud sell the hookahs later...

I could clean him from my mind...

I could not believe he asked me

to come back

several times.

his partner in the making...

doing it "right."

CC 3/2022