“WHAT WAS UP WITH THAT WOMAN AGAIN? WHO SAT NEXT TO ME IN FRESHMEN ENGLISH CLASS, IN HIGH SCHOOL THAT IS, NEXT SEEN IN THE FIELD HOUSE AT SWARTHMORE CIRCA FALL 2004, JUST WATCHING ME FROM AFAR, ONLY SHE AND I THERE, AND SHE DOESN’T EVEN GO THERE, YOU UNDERSTAND, WHAT WAS HER PROBLEM AGAIN? THIS CREEPY WOMAN EDITION, OF SITTING THERE STALKING EDITION…

So freshman year again,

I have arrived at this place

Like fresh and young

As sharp as they come,

All ways basically,

And you do understand,

You have to train again and again,

To play a sport and then,

It’s like the first actual time,

I’ve found the time

To go to the field house indoors,

And get the lax net out,

With the nets up as the backstop,

And it’s just me,

In my official color basically,

It’s probably Saturday afternoon,

And there is one female like 40 yards away,

Like staring at me,

She has a ROWAN jersey on,

So she played field hockey at ROWAN?

Who cares,

Because I have never to spoken to this woman, like once maybe, said “uh” in class in high school,

The last name is BOYD,

First name starts with a K,

And like why are you here again?

Some sports activity then?

But where is your team though,

Because it’s just her right there,

And I’m doing my shots,

Trying to get 100 in left, right

And I am perturbed for good

Because this is a true story

Of this woman is like on the wrong side of the fieldhouse

Is the only one there beside me

This is one man training, lifting day,

And uh, like, yea,

Please do feel free

To fuck right off

Are you expecting me to go and talk to you?

How did you know I was even there

Who let you in?

Yea, good questions,

In this creepy ass place,

One later concludes

Is more significant than you thought.

You understand,

She does not go to this college again,

I had been unaware of any ROWAN on the schedule ever,

Maybe someone said,

Go STALK him and see what is led,