I walked into a gas station
wearing high wasted shorts and converse

curious if there was restroom,
i asked the man
he stared at the collar of my low cut shirt

"Outside."

"Where?" i questioned
i lowered down to where my eyes would lock with his
carrying his gaze up with mine

he pointed behind him
eyes fixed on my chest

"thank you" i said
grabbing the key off of the counter
never once looking away
to keep his eyes in contact with my eyes
and not my *******

i turned to go out the door
a window to my right
a man on the other side

i can feel his gaze as i walk
i stop in my tracks, turning the direction of the stare
only to find
a weak smirk and an intricate scan of my body

and though i stop, the scan would continue

around the corner, i kept staring back
where i assumed the complicated angle would stop him

180 degrees
just to get a good look at my ***

what a pig

i left the key in the bathroom,

i will not go back in