Girl in the Market

Girl in the market wearing blue skinny jeans
and a tight navy blazer with the tailcoats
hanging out like a flag over her ass
plump as an unpeeled peach wrapped in
faded denim and the caramel sheen of her
ankles strapped in black leather stilettos
unnecessarily sexy for shopping solo
for dinner — her hair chopped shoulder-
length, dyed a faded shade of orange
like a flickering flame that’s blazed
for too many days on not enough tinder.
My gaze mustn’t linger — I turn away.