At first, I interpreted his stare as being judgemental. Perhaps he didn’t like bald men or the way I wore my glasses off my nose. I immediately became disturbed by his rudeness, and I eyeballed him back.
Excerpt from The Eccentric at Friday Flash Fiction.
This poem appears in the elephant journal on Sep 1, 2017
Hear me read, I Only Want People to Look at Me
He writes a raw question in the sand
That packs a wallop and a punch
And makes us wonder who we really are.
Don’t worry about the spelling
Or the upper and the lower case mix
Don’t worry that he’s homeless
And needs some change or cash.
Just read the damn question
And be honest with yourself
It’s a question everyone should ask.