Now I Don't Go To Malls

I didn’t even want to go to the mall, but life is an endless errand. I don’t normally get followed through meaningless pursuits, but I must look extra kidnappable on Saturdays with a fresh wound bleeding black ink to my ankle. We made eye contact, two humans, utterly unknown and I saw your eyes wide with old friend familiarity. Luckily, in the biggest mall on earth you had half a mile to consider the past. Down the hall, down the stairs, in the store, through the food court, up the escalator, out the door, words out of my mouth. I called your mark and the clear confusion spilled from your face. You thought yourself a shadow, you thought I’d choose silence, now I’m left with questions, like - who was I to you? Who the fuck are you? Why are you wearing a Christmas sweater in June? Did I look kidnappable?...all of life’s biggest universal queries. Now I don’t go to malls on Saturday. I stick to the internet where I’m only stalked by manageable monsters, like trolls, and ads for things I only thought of, and porn I didn’t ask to see.