I know someone
is peeking in-
watching me
trying to figure out
my body or my mind.
When I realize,
I am too late
to button up
unseen.
I was exposed and
the watcher knows
where I dress
and will always see
or will always have seen
and know what I look like
inside-out.
But by my invitation.
I opened the blinds
and diverted the watcher's eyes
expecting a usual absesnce
but was somehow worth watching.
Whether beauty, curiosity,
perverse, grotesque wander.
Now I will make words
like I button my shirt.
Quickly and as if
I have no other choice
but to be seen.