Her attention focused now on the blinking red light.
She thinks she wasn’t meant to know.
Her ignorance excites me.
She plays along thinking I haven’t a clue.
Her ignorance excites him.
Her playtime has begun.
even though it means nothing.
Minutes go by and she doesn’t know
My excitement becomes clearer.
She tilts her head in the opposite direction
mere moments too soon.
She realizes the blinking red light was not meant for her.
Her knowledge excites me.
She realizes cigarettes don’t float.
She realizes cigarettes don’t smoke themselves.
She notices how excited I’ve become.
She knows the blinking red light is not meant for her.
It is for me,
and for the pale face emerging
from the dark corner.