A Love Poem To The Stalker In The Hedges
By Teresa Spencer
Welcome to our new series “Love Poems to Cat Callers!” Every week we’ll bring you a new poem by Teresa Spencer, read by a different woman celebrating the joy that is being sexually degraded on the street. This week, Katie Tandy reads her tender homage.
To The Follower Home
A prose poem to the dude who followed me home in Los Feliz. I remember the clicking of our footsteps in the gloaming, so perfectly in sync. I sped up, I slowed down, and you matched my pace, until I hardly knew where I ended and you began. And then, when I paused at the front door … so did you. There were universes in that brief hiccup of silence. God, how I wanted to tumble into the bottomless sea of your eyes. But when I turned to find you, I saw only your knees, peaking out from your crouch behind the hedge. Why so shy? I know there can only be one reason for your coy game of follow the leader: you are a magnificent lover. Push me inside the foyer, press me tenderly against the bank of silver corrugated mailboxes. Or … stagger shamefacedly out of the hedge, mutter “Nevermind,” and shuffle off in the direction of the strip club at the other end of the street.
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