What we fear

Blame it on the jeans
the tightest jeans,

her watch seems slow
but tells the right time,
it’s not my time
that’s too obvious,

she watches
though oblivious
to me,

tick
tock
tick and I think,
pick another time,
watch as she takes
another line
to dissect me,
like an
insect
she
devours me,
I
blame it on the jeans.

© 2019, John Smallshaw.