The Belt

Sitting
waiting-
on the bus-
and then I see her.
I see her almost-anorexic self.
As usual, my heart
jump-starts
and I melt inside…
She’s digging in her car
for something and then I see it I
see the belt
I think it’s black or checkered or
something but it doesn’t matter
it doesn’t matter because
she’s putting it on she is she’s
putting it on…I can’t help but stare I

can’t help but stare (I see her skin)

she is looping it, pulling it (I occasionally
she is look away)
oblivious to my peeled eyes-
oblivious to my distant demise-
she is tightening it tightening it
and I
melt
once again
and

she’s so small she pulls it tight,
then she adjusts it to the side-
looks up-
I look away (obvious head turn??)

Pulls the denim lower, low
to give herself that boyish glow
I try and try to look her way
to see her eyes…
and I wear my girlish disguise

She gets on the bus
Only to stay, I trust
and rides with A-Cat (our cool director)

and the only thing I can think of
on the dismal ride there is
just how pretty her short, streaky hair is.