if i saw myself
on the street, i
wouldn't talk to me
all flapping long leather
trenchcoat and boots
to the knee, black
head to toe,
frozenfaced in permascowl
i understand now
why people are afraid of me
when i walk i move
like i have somewhere to go,
which i do
i go deliberately, placing precisely
thumping pavement with my long stride
peering out of my uniform noir
at the suspicious world, as if
i don't like
what i see.
i would be wary of me.
those who ask me why
i'm not afraid of walking alone
in the dark night
have not seen the apparition i become
when stalking the streets.
"a woman like that is not a woman, quite."
- Anne Sexton
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