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.

Nightmare Returns

I had that
nightmare
again

[From
Amityville Built-For-One
I wrote]

about living
in the house

where someone
is upstairs

and I can’t
lock them out.

This time
I heard some
rummaging
through
the trash

just outside the
unlockable door.

so I grabbed
my keys
off the counter

and went
into my bed
to watch
and wait.

an arm
reached out
from the door

and I yelled,

“what the fuck
do you think
you’re doing?”

the light
came on
in the hallway,

and this tall
large-shouldered
man
walked out;

explaining,

“I was just
going to
borrow
your paper.”

my fear
slightly
dissipates.

quickly,
i think
On my feet
to lighten
the mood.

I know
he grabbed
the content
sections,

but I
separate
by ads
and content.

So, trying
to be nice,

I reply,

“oh okay,
would you like
the ads too?”

And turn around,
grabbing them to
hand them to him.

i hold them out,

but instead of
the paper
he grabs
me by the wrist.

he threatens me
coy yet menacingly,

“if you were
looking for
an attacker,
sweetheart,
you’ve
found one.”

he then
grabbed me
by the sides
of my torso

As my
consciousness
slipped
out of me;

disassociating me
from my body

and I woke up,

frozen.

Amityville built-for-one

a
reoccuring
dream place

i visit

in my
lucid
off-time

is a
duplex
property.

i reside
downstairs,

the
upstairs
is empty.

i have
a decent
sized
country-kitchen

a laundry
room
connecting
to upstairs
where
the door
between
the two
units
meets.

this door
does
not
lock.

the last
room in
my place

i have
a
spacious
breezy
front room,

with
curtained
-always open
windows.

i am
always
scared-cold
here.

there is
always
someone
able to
break-in
through
these
windows;

my
windows-

-i cannot
close them,

and
believe
me,

i-have-tried.

i am
always
haunted
by a
presence.

i have
not
seen them,

but I
hear them,

tip-toeing
above me;

knowing
it can
creep
down
those stairs.

creek
creek
creek

through
that
lousy
unlocked
center
meeting-door

in this
house

my own
mind
built

-only
to
torment me

in our
own
worst fears.

Cusp

the shrub frightening

When
on a walk
Without
glasses

you get
a glimpse
of a
tall shrub

but,
blurry eyes
see instead,
a predator.

parasympathetic
nervous system

ally frost mage

casts
flash freeze on
your heart
for protection.

it
doesn’t
feel
bad?
exactly.

you know
the feeling
,

Breezy night
hands
hugged
lovingly
around
the organ
responsible
for running
you.

adrenal glands
send their
damp chill
lightning-strike
reminder

–you do
want
to live.

Blur