I Need Feminism Because Peeping Tom

The peeping tom
has taken up
running or biking

whatever it is
that requires
two-piece spandex
body suits

and frequenting
my coffee shop

since I moved.

when I feel
his eyes on me
staring
as I sit at
my table,

or staring
as I enter
from a walk;

I would rather
take an
orangepeeler
to my skin,

leatherworking
an abaya from
my own flesh

then be
seen.

i don’t know, man

i am
a big man
and i say,

“you can’t,”

“i cared
about you,”

and,

no one
else
will.”

“i am a
messy
man”

and
“i’d like to
fix you.”

“i’d like you
to sit
with me,”

and
id like you
to,

“pretend
for me.”

i am a
needy
man;

I will
use you.

i will
convince
you,

and
i will
abuse
you.

ventriloquism
emotion,

watch me
feed on
the empathy.

i am
a snake
of a man,

i’ll
exhaust you.

release
my skin
of you;

unhinging
this jaw
for
new prey.

shell of
a man,

i preoccupy.

hollow man
plastered over,

screaming treason
at those closest.

“i am an
angry man,”

i will
destroy
You;

shattering
self-meaning.

“i am a
scared man.”

i
will
need you.

“you
will not
be
there,

and
i cannot
blame you.”

straight man uncomfortable with my bisexuality being mine.

Male friend
cracks
a joke
about

“[that thing]…
being
the tits”

I agree

“Yes,

the scenery
of
this game
IS
beautiful,
like
some tits.”

He
uncomfortably
chuckles,

Like,
It wasn’t
for him?

Like,
he didn’t know?
My sexuality

isn’t
just

for him?

Like?

All
women’s
sexuality
isn’t for men?

Like –

Like-ing women
isn’t

just

for men?

AND LIKE –
Mainstream
lesbian porn

is just
bored
friction

for a
male gaze,

SO LIKE –

how
could
he know??

And,

how

could I?

be
mad
at
him
for that?

#discoverWP