by Rachel Mallino
©2006 by Rachel Mallino
He watches as they file by high-heeled,
panty hose stretched around apple-ass,
skirt suits pinstriped like the over-flow
of prosecuting paperwork whored inside
briefcases engraved like their diaries.
Unable to push the throat-knot down
where he wishes his pants would fall,
he shuffles in his seat, adjusts an arousal,
wonders if their panties are starched.
Rachel Mallino lives in South Florida. Her work has appeared in
Stirring, Neiderngasse, Centrifugal Eye, SaucyVox and Poets Online. She is
also the editor for the online literary journal Tilt.