pretty boy

it’s your legs i notice first
pounding on the hard track
and i think “wow, nice legs”
and keep trying to make my own
move fast enough so i can finish
this mile (damn it thirteen minutes
and fifty-eight seconds? i’m slow)
and later i find out your name
i try to say it
to say hi
but of course, i always freeze
(i’m such chickenshit)
and it’s only in my head i can say it
(a pretty name for a pretty boy)