Touching Off Poem by The Poet SPIEL

you would not
recognize me
i hang around
the walmart parking lot
i've watched you
on wednesdays

i shadowed you in
stuck to your heels
brushed against
your sleeve
as you paused
at the fancy
leopard skin panties
that i knew you
would not buy
there is a certain
vulnerable quirk
in your gait
that makes you
available to me
it's your thick ankles
i stink of tobacco
now do you
recall my presence
as i bumped
your basket
then said sorry
from behind
your left ear
as i came
too close to your
bushy ponytail
i wondered
why
so much lotion
so many tins
of aspirin
i was so glad
the check-out
was really slow
so i could
breathe
the mansweat
of your broad neck
and bump
your firm fanny
til i got off

will you be
back again
next wednesday
at ten
i want to sit
on the hood
of your big truck
while you shop