she walks by the office window
in a stunning black dress with white polka dots,
her sharp shoulders showing through slits,
and it is obvious that we are drooling over her.
she is taller than me,
because I slouch, especially in the hallway,
but bad posture be damned
when I pass her on my way to call another love.
she could be evil for all we know,
but my only hope is that someone
reminds her everyday
how great her destruction is.