i'll just be sitting or
thinking or
sitting and thinking and
i'll hear something,
whirl around,
& you'll be right there,
in my face,
fists flailing.
i'll just be reading or
watching a film,
minding my own damn business, and
i'll hear a rustling,
turn quickly,
& there you are,
staring me down,
fist in my face.
"you can't stay here, you know.
you can't keep showing up like this."
but you are just silent,
because all you want to do is
fight.
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