Single Crowd

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
I hate crowds and that keeps me single lol.

Submitted: April 21, 2008

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Single Crowd

 
I
 
This aversion to crowds
I have,
is one of the main things
that keeps me single,
alone.
 
Coming home from the
warehouse
stockroom
store
janitorial closet
[insert menial job here]
they ask,
the tall ones
the short ones
the pretty ones
the plain ones
and the homely;
the ones with voices like fingernails
across chalkboards;
the ones I don't really like
anyway,
and even the ones I loved
and regret their having gone,
leaving me single
alone—
 
they all say: Let's do something,
Let's go out somewhere—
 
and it's Friday,
or Saturday
or some holiday
when it appears that all the world
has off but me,
and I say: Nah, let's not
because it's going to be crowded.
 
And I avoid the crowds outside,
and this scene repeats itself
with the tall ones
the short ones
the pretty ones
the plain ones
and the homely;
the ones with voices that shriek
like sirens;
the ones I never really liked
anyway,
and even the ones that I loved—
 
it repeats itself once
or twice;
it repeats itself more
with some than with
others,
but it always ends the same.
 
I avoid the crowd.
The women leave
and it keeps me single,
alone.
 
II
 
And I HATE the crowd
especially,
an unexpected crowd that
arises
when I want to be alone.
 
A crowd that rises in the middle
of the day,
comes up like the sun at ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />noon
and burns me—
 
I HATE it.
 
When I'm leaving
the grocery store
the shopping mall
the restaurant
the bank,
wherever—
 
and someone comes creeping up
behind me, slowly.
I hear it—
behind me,
their tires in tune with my footsteps,
but I don't turn around—
I don't acknowledge their presence,
like thieves they are
looking to steal the spot
where I am—
 
I just keep on walking.
 
And always,
they give up
when they see how far away
from the crowd I am.
 
When they see how far down
that lot
I have to go,
they give up
and drive away—
 
leaving me single,
alone.
 
~Mike
 


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