This is how a monster follows you in the street:
Sometimes, I didn't even know he was there.
Not wanting him gaining any pleasure
From my discomfort;
When I did see him, I'd try to act cool.
I could tell what he was thinking.
Didn't need my instincts for that.
'Hi babe.'
I never looked his way.
'Don't be like that.'
He talked too loud.
'You're not still upset about last night are you?'
Everyone watched.
'Oh c'mon; you can't expect me to perform all night.
You gotta give your man a breather sometime.'
Keep walking.
'Hey! I'm talking to you;
Fuckin' whore!'
Stop shouting!
'Oh I see how it is now.
Fine, just go on back to your
Limp-dicked husband then.
See if I fucking care!'
There, up ahead, my car.
Sanctuary.
I walked as quickly as I could,
Staring straight ahead.
Concentrating on one thing only.
At the car, he was nowhere.
With my fist clenched
And the key still between my fingers;
I unlocked the door and got inside.
He held onto the door.
Wouldn't let me shut it.
'My heads throbbing for you;
Lick it bitch.'
Pressing down hard on the horn,
He removed his hold on the door
And I slammed it shut.
He liked his games.
Show me he was there one minute.
Gone the next.
Only to re-appear again,
Staring in at me
Outside a shop window.
Or sitting in his car
Next to where mine was parked.
Walking passed my house.
'Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space'
~Bergman, Legrand
