After I have not heard back
from him in two hours,
I go out and sit
on a bench with my coworker,
while he tries to blow smoke
away from me.
My skin grows tight in the sun.
When we return to the gray
shade of the office
I am freckled with pink.
Cheeks are an even flush,
and thin red veils
drape the skin above my breasts,
hanging from the uneven
ridge of my collar.
This is the most
I will get, today.