Flanked by two attractive blondes on the T
I focus on the Charles River,
careful not to steal glances
I grow bored of feigning disinterest,
I grow bored of playing the undersexual male.
But judging her or her as physically attractive...
that's just evil and vile (so I've learned).
It's certainly worse than pro football.
I turn to my right
and snap a mental polaroid
which I shake until I recall
the actress she reminds me of
I turn to the left
and realize she's reading
Yes Means Yes.
[June, 2009]
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