Heat

Every man knows her. She's the dangerous smile, the slight attention, you're always left wanting more. It was the encounter you would've skipped, an episode unrealized, if you had any sense. Every man has felt the jabbing eye-poke of interest unreturned, it happens as a boy in grade school, the burning chagrin, embarrassing yourself before friends. No different now, just add the credit cards and attitude, low trouble always nearby, the prickly sensation of vague distrust, arguing, deceit, every man signs up for it, once, not twice if you learned. Every man knows her, the heat is unmistakable, the injury complete.