Not my type

"No shirt
hot bod.
His, that is.
So why did
I break out in
a sweat?

No shoes
barefoot,
bare chest, with
a bare, baby face
to make the
angels sing.

Nothing
but ragged
cut-offs,
hugging a
tawny six pack,
and a smile.

No pin-up
pretty boy
could touch,
a smile that
zapped ever cell.
He was definitely

not my type. "

-Crank ; Ellen Hopkins