After work
Leave work before the final hour;
come early to the Chimes.
Sit by me in the large window,
half in the sun slanting across the tables.
Choose "Cupid Hitting Hearts"
to flit across your work station,
while we watch people smoke and laugh,
in the infant evening, by the gates of LSU.
Talk about your day,
what went wrong or right,
and how your E-mail piled and filled
your un-broken lunch break.
Lean in my direction, smiling as you bitch
about your boss's quirks--
how she flamed you
as you ate an avocado sandwich.
When the air is thick and grey,
unfit to breathe, you can take me home
where I'll remove your work clothes,
and massage your neck and feet as the tub fills.