The Indian Girl in the Cafeteria: I watched you today as you crossed the cafeteria – I saw your flawless skin, cat eyes, turned up nose, fantasy curves, and perfect saunter, with your hair flowing free – tossed by some imaginary unseen wind – and a trailing scent that would make a grown man forget his own name. You never paused; you moved with purpose and out the door, leaving behind a memory of a glimpse of a dream of a heaven.
A moment of perfection.
I looked away, and saw every other man do the same. I wish I knew your name.