marking my territory 

even temporarily 

happens without my awareness

an automatic act

will I share a table

with a stranger

in a crowded restaurant

a stranger who has already

marked it as their territory 

do I want an empty seat

on either side of me

when I fly

take public transit

sit in the audience


so I mark my territory

unless I get to pick

who invades my territory


I live in a city where

boundaries are marked by stares

knapsacks placed just so

earphones snug sound suppressants

handheld shields 

that deflect attention 

so that is all we see

so that all can see us

busy with important 

texts tweets games

personal space defined


from the scramble of humans

looking for a little corner

to safely be alone


don’t talk to me

don’t look at me

I’m so lonesome I could text

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