Spandex

‘I’m tight like spandex’ her T shirt says
and I watch her rest her breasts on the edge
of the coffee ledge.

I hear her ring tone
and see her gloss slicked lips
slip on the straw of her frappacino
while she chats to Mattie about the episode
where she was sick on strawberry sambuca
and woke up to find the lace on her knickers ripped.

I collect my coffee,
note her adjusting her breasts on the ledge
think how watching her
makes me instantly
socially depressed.