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I knew that I hated her as soon as I saw her.
Clarence, (my new escort since Judith
grew bored and left)
told me that was not a very nice thing to
say,
but I simply rolled my eyes at him.
It was obvious,
there’s just something about a
hateable person,
like they’re the twitchy finger
about to pull the trigger;
just pull the trigger
or let me go,
why don’t you?
Maybe it was her
forever inquisitive smile.
It radiated lies and
icheatedmywaythroughcollege.
Maybe it was the way she
wore her slim, plain glasses
on the bridge of her nose
and the way she hovered
her hand near the wires.
Maybe it was how she looked at me
(don’t look at me.
don’t look at me!
DON’T LOOK AT ME!)
in that way;
the way you look at someone you want to fix,
like they’re so broken
that you need to buy all new parts
and get rid of the old ones.
She looked at me like I was one of her children’s
toys
that needed desperate fixing
and she would do anything
to keep her kid from crying.
I hated this
‘Doctor Makoid’,
but she loved me.
She loved pity cases.
I was just another broken window
that she wanted to replace,
but maybe I wanted to let the rain in.
