reasons you should not pat my head on the subway, a poem

[rm]

I don't know you.
I did not give you permission.
I am not a small child.
Or a dog.
We are not playing Duck, Duck, Goose.
Where have your hands been?
I hate you.

Clear?

Comments

[alt_universe_me.livejournal.com]

Oh, I can't stand strangers randomly touching me. Especially when I was pregnant.
Although, I have to admit I am a tactile/hugging kind of person with my close personal friends, but only with them.