Baggy Trousers

He has a coconut head
With fanged teeth
And wears baggy trousers
Has a style of a sales person

And he watches.


He is short (for a guy, he is)
Walks with a rhythm
like a pendulum
Left to right
Right to left

And he stares.


Friends laugh in his presence
And pairs me up
with him
and calls him
my hubby
I tasted vomit
Countless times

And he gazes.


I wonder my fate next semester.