It’s giving me the creeps
the way you’re standing on my feet
breathing in my face
you’re intimidating me
I guess that was your plan
when I turned tail and ran
You look satisfied
I went home and cried

And recently, I’ve been more aware
that you can’t judge a person
by the clothes they wear
or the color of the hair
or by looking in their record collection
or the books on the shelves in their bedroom

Whilst talking on the phone
to a distant friend of mine,
she was moved to observe that
I don’t deserve to be breathing at all