What is it about the female, being attracted
to a man, a nice man, what
seems to be a nice man
Pulling his gaze towards yours,
even while sitting still, rigid against the chair,
staring somewhere else
Trying hard not to look up,
glance up, notice
what he’s wearing even as
you hope—somewhere—that
he notices what you’re wearing
Hoping for the notice of a (married) man
Written: circa Winter 2005
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