It’s always errant behavior that does it, isn’t it?
Following this girl around
got me talking to her,
which got me writing about her
which got me reading the writing about her
– which is the performing that I love.

But it all starts with being unable to go up to a woman and start a conversation.
It all starts with sneaking up behind her for a while
until we’re in an elevator and I can say, “Oh, hello!” Creep.

Then again,
without the errant behavior,
there might not be much interesting to hear about in the writing,
so keep on creeping on, I guess.
Keep on creeping on.

In the spirit of the creep,
I looked up the lady I first wrote about.
She’s trying to option a children’s book.
I hadn’t realized at the time she had literary aspirations of her own.
Perhaps I should have listened more carefully.