Jeans full of ***.
Skin exposed chest.
She walked through the door
with the gait of a peacock.

She order too hot coffee.
Brushed her dark hair aside.
The barista's voice shivered as it left his lips
i like your shirt
(what he meant to say was *******)
She gave the man what she owed.
A simple
i know
left her lips as she pivoted on her left heel.

I watched her walk down a hallway much too small for her.
A hallway full of eyes that followed her hips' slow journey.
A hallway that she was convinced was created for only herself.

I walked outside as she was lost to a corner.
Pulled a cigarette from the confines of my pocket.
Stuck it between my lips
and reached for my lighter...
well ****
it wasn't there
there goes my ******* morning.