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

[bitsyrant.livejournal.com]

Our city is a strange one, full of people who should never touch me. Ever.

[stardragonca.livejournal.com]

Or me. Or anyone. Ever again.