last friday night i stayed at a motel in Fairfield.
i was walking to my room (35) and on the phone.
a man heard my voice, opened up his shade.
he was naked, touching himself, staring at me.
i kept walking. i went in my room. i called my dad.
i called the police. about 20 minutes later they came
over. one was old and short with a note pad. one
was young with a bullet proof vest on with neon yellow
stripes up his ribs.
they asked if i was a prostitute (not really but
in so many words and stared at my eye liner
that was dripping because i had been crying and
my dress and how short or long it was )
and then they said
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to say to
him.....................................
i said
"i'm sorry i didn't mean to bother you."
i bent down and pulled up my socks. feeling
threatened. feeling then like i was the one who
did something wrong. it was this feeling that
was familiar, like i should shut up my female mouth
and back away from the busy policemen.
( but what that man did was a crime.
and i knew, in actuality, he should be arrested)
but i said again "i'm sorry."
and maybe i even said
"im sorry for bothering you"
the older police man was ugly and he was mean.
the younger one just looked at me like i was his
little sister and he was apologetic for not being able
to do more to step in to say something to believe me.
and then i said, with my eyes down,
i said "tell him he scared me."
and they nodded. and they left.
