Watching

Posted on April 19, 2014 by dhadbawnik

Things I don’t do because someone
is watching me. Lines
I don’t cross. Fish swim
backwards against
no current. Angels
come into my room quietly
turn and leave.
Things I don’t do because
everybody is watching.
A dream I don’t dream
or dreaming, forget. And wake
to find myself watched,
watching.

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