I think the blonde
at the table over there?
The one with the big tits
and the willing smile?
I think she needs help.
I think she needs someone to save her.

The eyes she’s been giving me
make me suspect
she’s in danger
and needs the kind of help
only a certain kind of man can provide.

The guy she’s sitting with
is more interested in his phone
than her
and
he seems to be forcing her to stay
in some way
I can’t fully describe.

She keeps looking in my direction
catching my eye
when I’m staring at her
her lips are moving occasionally
sometimes when she’s not talking to him.

I think she needs something.
I think she wants something
from me.
I think I can help her.
I think
here is something
that I can give
if I only find a way
before the two of them leave
to go home.