He stares at her tight ass,
the guy behind me
in the convenience store line.
She's hot,
knows it,
tosses her hair
and flaunts her tattoo,
a sunrise at the rim
of her jeans.
Like her,
I was so sure
I wouldn't time
trip into my mother's body,
breasts re-proving Newton's discovery,
youth tumbling
from the apple tree
unnoticed.
