On the second day at your new job,
you leave a notebook on the break room table
that the mechanics read aloud from:
In tight spaces between zucchini
and eggplant, between my thighs,
I get so wet watching you weed.
Later the boss takes you aside
to warn you that the men are a tough crowd.
He looks away when he advises
against leaving personal stuff around.
He doesn’t believe you when you tell him
that this morning you accidentally grabbed
your wife’s notebook in lieu of your own.