The Smiling Man

I avoid your eyes on purpose
yet there you sit, across the lot
burning a hole through my windshield

I expected your lips to change,
yet they remain outstretched
and every time my stare flutters back
there you are, dark eyes fixed,
mouth wide and sinister in that smile.

Fear prickles over my skin.

What’ve I done to attract your attention?
Or if it’s standard for two normally
bendable, invisible people, making

Why do I feel like prey?