and I would never let on.
Didn't I tell you?
I stopped wearing my rainbow jewelry to work.
I act so straight
that I can't even bend to sit down.
So there's this woman.
She has no idea.
She's warmer than a San Antonio tiled roof.
She smiles whenever she sees me,
but she's just nice to everybody.
She's got a husband, if I forgot to belabor the obvious.
I like to make her laugh.
She's cuter than sunflowers in June when she does.
God can she rock that orange tee shirt,
or any of those summer sweaters she's got.
She has gray eyes
and a heart shaped face.
I never let on.
I'm a riddle, a Sphynx, an aviatrix under the radar.
Yesterday she was kidding me the way she does.
and I wavered mid-air, but
I never blushed, I swear.
for Izy's Out of Standard challenge at Real Toads: lies not well enough told.
image: Cristina Scabbia