6 December 2016

He quoted my girlish laugh,
I thought of his mannish fat.

He tested my muscles
and proved proud that his
were indeed bigger, as if
biological norm was a success
he had personally achieved.

I hated his face,
I despised his touch
and inability to outwit
a decade younger girl.

Politeness I maintained,
as smile dressed disdain.

Counting the minutes down
until it would have been
respectful enough to leave.

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