squelched between bodies spiralling into escalators,
my trained eye couldn't help hovering a little left
right there, coming into view at the watch store,
though never caught dead anywhere near M·A·C
but neither should my stares, blatant without restraint,
fixed on a trio chattering like keys jangling
to the beat of a million other stolen glances,
only for them to slip away for some froyo.
rather than melt into a fruity confection myself,
I steel my eyes back into the spiralling masses
blocking out three gym bags marked 'WATER POLO',
my untrained heart pulses still for their suntan
and the bleachers of yesterday, the sight and sweat,
jocks jangling for position in glistening waters —
only then did I dare scream my lungs out,
safe in the crowds of a high school roar.
the bj stands for bugis junction, it's a local shopping mall okay xD
