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

[virginia-fell.livejournal.com]

Gah.

I fucking hate being touched by basically anybody but Brian, but especially the patronizing little pats that strangers like to give women. My congratulations for not punching whoever that was in the ear for being ridiculous.