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Spooky Season Series #1

To the man who screamed at me on the street for not responding to him when he hit on me:



I leave the safety of the glass enclosed bar


With moody lighting signifying ease

The hum of people matching the soft light


To step out onto the pavement of downtown

With flickering streetlights above my head

A feeble attempt to bring safety

when the sun

is no longer in sight



Too tired to burn consistently enough

to cast it’s false warmth

Across the true dark sidewalks


Two blocks is all I have to walk from the fish bowl of a bar

To the thin safety of my aluminum car


Us women know that when we walk the streets of night alone


Headphones dug deep into our ear canals

We seem to be singularly focused to the characters on the screen

Fully immersed to the sounds filling our ears



But we know the stereotype of “women being multitaskers”

Doesn’t apply to folding laundry while talking on the phone

But a trait passed down to us from our mothers

A genetic strong-arm to survive


We know when we walk the streets of night alone

We grow eyes in the back of our heads

Scanning for the shadows that have legs



Of their own and lurk behind us

Our hearing becomes bat like

Attune to the sound behind the honking of horns

Picking up on the stomping of shoes, at least a size 11

Tracking behind us with a rhythm

That matches to the beat

Of the faster tempo’d drum in our chests


Men who take on the form of a mountain lion

Creeping on us like prey,

But this monster doesn’t pounce for it’s next meal,


But treats us like a play thing

A toy to be thrown between it’s mitten like paws

With daggers darting from each pad

We are but a loose ball of yarn

A single thread pulled and the thing unfurls

As he plays with his food

Back and forth

Back and forth


They say if you encounter a mountain lion



You should make noise and make yourself big


If I make noise to you, you’ll want to get louder

If I make myself big to you, you’ll want to get bigger




But you are no mountain lion

But a feral cat

Infested with fleas

Mites and disease

A sick kitten

That is not my role to milk





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