Even I didn’t realize it

Thank-you, guy in the Buick, for whistling at me

When I accidentally made eye contact,

Because I had to twist around and look at the traffic signal behind me

Because the one across the street was broken,

But that doesn’t matter.

What matters is that I made the mistake of

Looking your way while you swung into a right turn

But that moment, that whistle, was pure destiny.



It was all planned.


I lied to my mom this morning

When I said I was walking the five blocks

To go take care of my dad’s dog

Administer Visine

And a quarter can of dog food.

It wasn’t true.


brazenly I marched from my house

Sporting 1980s nylon shorts

And a tragically bleach spotted tank top

Yes, I schemed to myself

As I twisted my hair into a sensible bun



And only you know the truth.


I walked out the door

In all my flip-flop sporting

Fashion-distorting glory

A yard-duty hoofing it across Fresno.

Yes, I was dressed to impress you

Crusty man in the rust bucket Buick

My ensemble was entirely intentional

purely For your benefit


And Only you knew it.

Even I didn’t realize it

Until you whistled



photo credit: WikimediaCommons

Published by Stephaniesninthsuitcase

Hi, there! My name is Stephanie and I’m a Fresno, CA native. After studying at Biola University, I received my MLIS (Masters in Library Science) from San Jose State University. I live with my mom, poet Kimberly Vargas Agnese, and serve as her unofficial agent. We reside at MeadowArc, a food forest in its infancy. I am called to, and passionate about, purity. In fact, the name Agnes means “pure.” Before I was born, my mom felt led to include the name Agnes in her name, and in the names of her children. My full, hyphenated name includes 26 letters (but not the whole alphabet).

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