sight.





I don't walk through doors
that I've opened,
I stand in the frame and wait
for someone to move me along.

I am molded by how I believe
people see me,
I trust others with their intent
as I take off my glasses.

I make my side of the bed,
he makes his,
I catch him staring
behind frosted glass.


2 comments

  1. Your work is so beautiful!

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  2. "behind frosted glass"... love that

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