What Is Hot?
“Whatever,” Liz said.
“That Gary guy isn’t even hot.”
So what? I wanted to say but kept
my mouth shut.
He had not been hot to me at first.
He wasn’t even vaguely good looking.
Maybe the more he endeared
himself to me,
the more beautiful he became.
Before I could explain that to Liz,
she had already disappeared.
In her place was Gary,
watching me from across the cafeteria.
A blush so hot it almost hurt
burned its way onto my face.
He walked to me,
the black envelope clasped in his hand.
His smile could rival
the sun’s heat and intensity.