pork chop

she lifts her leg
to show you her new
shoes.
they dangle like
white stripes
of candy on the toes
of her tanned
feet. the nails
are red. you lose
sight of the shoes
as your eyes follow
up the curve
of her shapely
calf, to her legs,
her thighs and
to her hips.
my shoes, she says.
my shoes.
look at my shoes.
why are you looking
at me like I'm
a pork chop.