Oh no, no no no, this was not some sort of desperate salvo,
not that I have never made attempts of this sort in the past,
locking eyes across the frigid wasteland, but this is not one
of them, I like to think my naivete has gone the way of my
regular use of colored pencils and Mountain Dew.
Oh no, no no no, this time I just looked up because the airport
intercom went off with a clear directional origin behind your head,
call it instinct, an urgent human need to visually interface with
these gods that address, tell us our silver Toyotas are sleeping
with their eyes open.
Oh no, no no no, this one was just me checking to see if you
had noticed the last two, and since you clearly did, I’ll just
look away quickly now.
Oh no, no no no, but now that I think about it, you really are
quite the looker.