Don’t Look At Me
I’m just sitting here
I didn’t say anything
I didn’t even look in your direction
my eyes were on my feet
on my coffee
on my smart phone
like everyone else
in transit
in a busy cafe
not looking at anyone
pulling our bodies tight
lest we brush another person
lest we be accused
of staring
of invading another privacy
of copping a visual feel
I don’t need restraints
to feel restrained
to feel the fear
of being too close
even when we are shoved
so close
in transit
on an escalator
so close
we break out into a sweat
fearful of enjoying the closeness
or that someone might be
enjoying being this close to us
get back
don’t look at me
I’m here
but not here
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