Walking to the bathroom in Lowe's.
The Lighting Aisle.
A man rounds the corner,
White-haired, Caucasian
"Whoa, how you doin'?"
Stunned, I barely register,
but turn my eyes down and hurry on.
Only later do I remember
the way his eyes traveled my body,
the way his words felt
like I felt nothing at all
Only later do I process,
what a disgusting perv!
At an art festival that night
I find myself watching every man around me
Panicking in a pizza place bathroom
Later, thinking on it,
I am angry.
I should have screamed and made a fuss
but I turned my eyes down and hurried on.
Why am I always silent when the time comes?
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 9:13 PM UTC
Walking to the bathroom in Lowe's.
The Lighting Aisle.
A man rounds the corner,
White-haired, Caucasian
"Whoa, how you doin'?"
Stunned, I barely register,
but turn my eyes down and hurry on.
Only later do I remember
the way his eyes traveled my body,
the way his words felt
like I felt nothing at all
Only later do I process,
what a disgusting perv!
At an art festival that night
I find myself watching every man around me
Panicking in a pizza place bathroom
Later, thinking on it,
I am angry.
I should have screamed and made a fuss
but I turned my eyes down and hurried on.
Why am I always silent when the time comes?