Texting

In the fancy-schmancy dress shop waiting
with the owner
with perfect shiny curls and skin
odd dangling eyeglasses jangling bracelets and rings
padding about in black toe socks
and a purple sash around his waist.

But this guy seems so friendly and nice
he’s tempted to blurt out hurriedly ask him
while his wife is in the dressing room:

Dude I found my old girlfriend on Facebook
we’ve been emailing and texting
I think it might be getting out of control
do you think I should stop – but he doesn’t.