Her Stalker Poem by James McLain

A week or so ago
I walked by my self to the store.
Having just turned ten I was proud of my
new found independence.

The five dollar bill so new
it left smudged green stains
on my shorts.

Being here never seen before
not long ago
on my way home
I sarted to walk
with people I knew
he fell in step with me.

Hello, ' he said having fun?
My name is' Dr. Daddy, I have
a small little girl like you.

I am Dentist,
do you know what a Dentist does?

I did not reply
I walked quickly and quietly, and eager
to get home.

Hoping that he
would take that as a sign to leave me alone.
Subtlety was his strong suit
where being to young mine is not,
because he kept chattering
on and on about that.

Are you looking for your parents,
like your friendly Dentist
would do?

You should, of course,
I think
what you need is this.

Being a big girl
like you are now.
Another doctor
would less quickly say.

That you won't do
this you will and it is okay.
They make you think
where I never will and still you
look up to me.
Being a Dentist and all.

What is your name.
You have beautiful hair.
How will you pay
for the sucker you like.

All the rest that I have
are as sweet as the last
can you come with me
to my office with me
and at my Office
over there
are more little girls you will like.