She told me to stop looking at her tits.
She didn’t say it like that, though.
More like:
quit staring at my chest,
you fucking mongoloid.

I told her I didn’t think I could
though I, too, said it differently.
I sad,
your bosom,
so wondrous,
so appealing,
so fulfilling,
I do not think I can take in enough of it.
It is possible that instead she heard me say
Your tits are hot.

Either way,
I continued to gaze
so never noticed the right cross.
Then I saw stars
– and couldn’t look away from them
either.