it wasn’t awkward until you said
“this is awkward.”
well, now it is.
cause i almost asked
if you still got chills when the cuffs of her jeans
slid up an inch and through the fray of being tread on
you could see her socks taper at the ankle?
or if, perhaps, while she stretched in the seat in front of you
the hem of her shirt rode up an inch
and when you saw the small of her back, a sliver of elastic
on the waistband of her cute sky-blue undies, with little white hearts—
when you saw the small of her back, did you get chills all the way down to yours?
i guess you could tell i was dying to ask
because after a pause you shifted uncomfortably
and it wasn’t awkward until you said
“this is awkward.”
well, now it is.
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