she asks me as she spins
around
in her new red dress
showing just a little
too much leg.
spectacular,
i tell her.
i love the shoes, the whole
outfit.
where are you going?
to the Christmas
party,
the one you said you didn't
want to go to.
i should be home
by midnight.
i look at the short dress,
the low neck of it,
the stiletto heels,
how tight it fits around
her waist.
i smell the perfume on her,
her nails are done
a shiny red.
her hair is blonder than
usual.
she looks absolutely
fabulous.
hold on, hold on, i tell
her,
let me get my pants on.
i'm going with you.
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