The Look, --up (skirt) dated--
by Cynth'ya Lewis Reed — Read all 584 poems by Cynth'ya Lewis Reed
"How much vacation time did you say?"
Friday, February 20, 2004
CV all in order,
not a missphelled,
(whoops)
misspelld
(crap!)
misSPELLED word in sight!
made certain there are no smudges or wrinkles
in the 100 percent 24# bond;
made copies,
collated 1 thru 8
and it had 'the look."
~
left home in a hurry;
ran a red light to
beat the rush;
had to pick up my
12 year-old transcript
because the intern
LOST my mail-in request;
I gave her, 'the look'
~
ended up with a ticket
stuck underneath
my worn out wiper blades
'cause I took too long for the
on-campus, 20 minute parking meter
to make up its mind;
snatched the ticket off my windshield,
broke a press on nail,
stuck the damn ticket in my
black polyester jacket
that had a hole in the pocket
(so I discover'd three weeks later);
got in my bean of a coup called
pinto
drove it's muffler-draggin' carcass
10 miles 'cross town to the promised-land
-- on the west side,
you know, where the sun sets over suburban sprawl and forgets about the east where the west was won);
. . . parked my car in the supervisor's space,
slid my lips back and forth
to knock a bit of supa-shine off my
su-weet black cherry lip gloss;
and with neck crooked, took
ONE MORE LOOK
in my crooked rear view mirror,
sucked the romaine remnant
from between the ample gap of my two front teeth,
slightly hiked up my skirt, (just a bit)
higher than prudish and lower than slutty
-- just in case I happen to run into my pastor's uppity wife,
pushed the fake portable D-cups
in my B cup water bra for that fresh-as-a-daisy-duke-demure,
and I had, 'THAT LOOK'. . .
reached up between my legs
before departing from my spotted
pod-on-wheels,
and unbunched my
nylon crotchless, toeless south pacific pantyhose
(but not before squeezin' the bunny for luck);
made sure my weaved-in hair was balanced on both sides,
blinked to unblur my left blue green opaque aqua vue lens,
slayed my oral dragon with a spritz of
Essense of dollar store impulse buy
in a 1 ounce spray canister--
checked my underarm sweat index,
and finally got the nerve
to walk thru the door
at 4:50 PM when the HR department
"conveniently" shut the computers down. . .
where once again
I got, 'The Look.'
© 2003 by cynth'ya lewis reed
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Karen
Can't say I've had days like that, but I've certainly had many of the male version of it.
Oh, sorry babe but I've got one more piece of bad news for you. There appears to be a run in your nylons. Check the back side of the right leg, up in the thigh area.
Spotted it after giving the Close Look.
Dan S.
departing from my vegetable,
and unbunched my
nylon crotchless, toeless
south pacific pantyhose,
(but not before squeezin'
the bunny for luck);
smooth and warm write..loved the flow....clap clap clap....HUGS....BHUWAN