Stalker by Kristin Garth


Three times after midnight he follows you 
home from the strip club parking lot down 
the road toward your one bedroom home.  Do 
not dare go further two times, turn around.
Return to the club.  Park beneath the
portico where security cameras 
observe you above, and a bouncer flees 
from curved cathedral double doors.  He does 
a sweep of the parking lot before he watches 
you try to leave once more. But a car turns behind.
Know it is him.  An off duty cop dispatches 
others who detain, attempt to confine
boy you entertained/monster, somehow aggrieved.
They say to press charges if you like to breathe.

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