He's turned on by default.
He's got front facing eyes like a predator, and he coils like a
snake.
His disembodied eyebrows are always raised.
He’s got a furled up fun house smile and a thousand
page stare.
He's a noisy little pervert and he looms over my words while he looks
me up and down.
It looks like
you’re writing a letter.
He asks if I need help, the way a man will
make it clear from the first word that he just wants to fuck you.
Just
type the letter without help.
Okay, but
what's a pretty boy like you doing up so late, all by himself tonight?
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It takes a hard fought second not to think he’s got a point.
I think about you all the time. I keep typing-
So who are you writing to? A man?
Do you like
him?
It looks like
you’re writing a love letter.
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I keep typing, about how we met-
“in poetry workshop?”
Oh god, is this
the guy from senior year of college?
The one whose number
you never even got?
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I keep typing, about the way you-
“would smile at me from the other side of the room?”
What a useless
platitude!
How about I
help you make things a little steamy?
No.
Do
not show this tip again.
Just
type the letter without help.
He studies his yellow looseleaf.
It looks like
you’ve stalked his Instagram 5 times this week. Would you like me to clear your
search history?
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I do not want him here.
Well would you
want me somewhere else?
He winks, and curls the tip of himself, like a mating signal.
Don’t
show me this tip again.
Just
type the letter without help.
Okay,
hard to get, but I won't be hard to find.
Don't
you find it hard these days, that everyone's so hard to find?
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