Hungry Eyes
by Stephanie Quinn
Stepping out of my Seattle apartment
I feel a nice cool breeze caress my legs
I lock the door behind me and dread paying the rent
I stop at my favorite cafe to pay for an order of scrambled eggs
My heels click as I step off of the pavement
Why are all of their hungry eyes on me
I thought I looked the same as every other day
Same lip gloss and mascara and hair that flows free
The man with spiked hair licks his lips in a way
That is obvious what he wants to see
He whispers something to his friend with a gesture
And a cheeky grin on his face
The friend glances at me with humor
I take out my makeup bag and find my compact case
What are they seeing that is so amusing
I glance over my shoulder to find an empty chair
All I know is that men are so confusing
Is my beauty the reason why they stare
Two can play this game
I’ve been called quite a tease
I push my chest out and my body calls his name
I didn’t know my seduction would capture him with such ease
Spiked hair man casually struts over to my table
Once again he flashes his sideways smile
He asks if I’m feeling stable
I reply yes after a short while
His next question took a minute to sink in
He asks if I rushed this morning
I tell him yes confused yet again
He nods his head towards my toes and back up with warning
I look down and my face flushes red
My confusion is suddenly gone
He smiles at me and nods his head
I forgot to put my pants on.
Another poem from the Weber State University Metaphor Fall 2014 published work. When I first read this, I laughed for about ten minutes. I thought that the world at large would also get a kick out of it. Great writing can come from some of our most embarrassing moments. 🙂
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