but i am not a piece of meat or a diamond store or whatever it is. would you blame a dog? interesting question.
so it's me and my friend in the coffee shop and we're both "working" which is to say we're scrolling tumblr, i ask would you love me if i was a worm and we're joking because imagine losing your friend because they sort of kafka out on you. oh my god imagine being a worm though, you'd get to be inside of the soil and just, like, crawlin' around, minding your own business. probably there is no capitalism in the worm life. i want to tell a worm joke here but that would be cilia of me.
so we're chatting about this and i overhear the Table of Guys because if you're in any public place there's like a 30-60% chance of this exact table manifesting (get it? man-ifesting?) unless you're in a certain type of bar, comic book store, brewery, or business meeting; and then the percent spawn chance for the Table of Guys is something like 70 to 95. and i don't need to tell you about who they are or why they're so loud i can overhear them, because you've met them, we both have.
and it's not surprising to you that they're making a joke about something that, like, isn't really funny to me or to you. so when i tune in to one of them saying like what did she fucking expect, both me and my friend send each other that look. and i don't need to tell you what the look is. and then we're quiet for a second, because, like, there's a chance this conversation isn't that one, but it is of course that one, because "locker room talk" actually happens in public, like, all of the time, because they don't actually care if other people are around to feel threatened by them.
everyone at the Table of Guys probably wears shorts during the new england winter and everyone at the Table of Guys has a polo on and everyone at the Table of Guys is probably a "really good guy" and there's this one dude saying like. what are you supposed to do with that. it's putting raw meat in front of a dog and i'm like, okay, these dudes probably failed out of their comp lit class and are probably rude to their waitress but me and my friend are still, just, sitting there, staring at each other. we make another one of those faces and sip our waters judgmentally which is a pretty impressive range of motion out of two pieces of raw meat.
and it's not like it's every day you're reminded of it but i have to walk audrey home because of what happened last spring and there's too many large groups of boys out (it's warm here, finally, and somewhere someone starts howling). i have to park under a streetlamp even though it means more walking in the rain, but, like, bitches stay with our heads on a swivel not today will i be alone in a dark parking lot. we stand outside, talking about the big multi-town drug busts and how addiction is a disease and i mention that they never seem to seize anything like roofies. i'm like there has to be a supplier, right? and we all nod, and then we watch each other's drinks, because last year when this city had what was called a "massive outbreak of drink spiking", the official stance of any officer involved was well, just don't drink anything with alcohol.
because if you're not on guard, it's actually, like, your fault. because you shouldn't have been a diamond store, there are thieves. you shouldn't have been desirable, there are people who are violent when they're desiring. you are a gun. you are a boat. you are a vixen. you are a bird. you are catlike, yawning. you are a force of nature. virgin/whore mother/nympho; whatever, you have overdue bills and want to be a person today, or a worm. that is too bad; you were born in the wrong body, you are actually an unwatched wallet. an unlocked car. expensive jewels in the window. you exist to be coveted. a little shrug from your youth pastor: don't wear anything tight.
this is the same thing as being a dry forest around matches and gender reveal parties. this is the same thing as being an oil slick, a hand grenade, a wet floor. this is the same thing as being an expensive chandelier held up with a big rope - it's asking for it. cartoon character logic; your human body changes shape into the lurid, wolfish, inhumane. your human body, in a dress. your human body, getting groceries. your human body in spaghetti straps. your human body, walking.
actually, when you think about it - it's lucky you've even got this far.