Just In Time

Hello—my accent echoed.

“Where you from?”

(honey-bronze, brown skin, thick ting).

New Jersey.

“Oh yeah, what part?”

She seemed older—

and I’m addicted to older jawns.

Englewood.

“Oh yeah, my brother—

ATP!”

(This where I tune out,

’cause I don’t give a fuck.)

In my head I’m like,

I just wanna see you turn around.

“Oh yeah, that’s nice.”

“Hey, you live around here?”

Yes, ma’am.

“Hi, my name is—”

Wide hips,

ass fitting the ass-to-waist ratio.

I’m starting to get impatient though.

She seems nice.

Let’s bag it, wrap it, taste the moment.

“My name’s Jhusten—

just in time.”