Eclair
We want to be known:
Someone to be seen through
The mists and veils.
No one controls
How we’re viewed:
Doctor customer poet
Or random guy in the hall
The lady with robust brows
The kid pilfering chocolate eclairs
When the moms are all talking.
You get seen no matter what.
It isn't for you to tell
The gawker in the street
What he ought to be seeing
Look at yourself
5/31/22
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