lunch lady or i don't know leave me alone

you are beautiful looking. you are gorgeous and this scares me deeply.

i look at you sitting across from me sipping iced-tea

for some reason i nearly immediately regard you as a drink,
then i think 'i so know how you are gonna taste coming up
the wrong way'

i sit on my hands, put on my shades, then close my eyes

i think of absolutely anything except for your thighs inside
those tight, tight jeans

i think of mashed potatoes and gravy, i think of green beans,
i am thinking of lunch ladies

it sort of works. the lunch lady thought makes me feel sad ,
itchy, and hot. i step outside to smoke.

for some stupid, strange, unknown reason you come outside
and ask me for a light

i am holding my lighter in my hand

but say, 'oh no, sorry i don't have one- this? oh this is just a prop, sorry'

(my stomach and tongue and shoe laces are all tied in knots)

and before you can see my shaking hands and sweaty body
i 'accidentally' blow smoke in your face

then run away.