Friday, November 12, 2010

fuck you, too, new york

i'm standing on the corner avoiding eye contact as i see him approach.
he is picking up cigarette butts singing a song about how he is a scavenger.
i don't want to move because i am not scared of him
or maybe i just don't want to see like i'm judging him.
as he passes me he stops and says
"hey bitch"
and for some reason i look at him
maybe alarmed he is going to flick one of those nasty cigarette butts at me
and then he flips me off in my face.
i say nothing, he continues to walk away
and i feel myself begin to shake
i don't know if i'm going to burst into tears or kill him.
i cross the street, stone face
ignoring the people who just witnessed this
ignoring the parents and children i work with
and walk back into work.
i try to drink the soda i just bought
but my hands are trembling.
a weekend out of town never sounded so fucking good.

1 comment:

Carmen said...

oy. i'm sorry. have a good time away!