waiting in line to buy the tri-met pass the man two people behind me keeps looking at me and he says,

"you are a terrorist. we all know it."

and i am looking straight at him, not flinching away. he keeps repeating this, in a sing-song way and finally i glare at him. he says "what do you think you are? the queen of the world?"

for some reason, people like this are always drawn to me, they chase me down the street screaming nonsensical threats or are quite convinced i'm that ex-girlfriend they swore to kill. someone said it was my face that pulls them in, like a magnet, that i look too young and nice and i'm just waiting to be threatened.