A Sweetly Private Fuss

When we’re aware

we’re being looked at,

we often tend to pose:

make a sweetly private fuss,

straighten spines and toes

and smile like Mona Lisas –

summon up the faintest blush:

acknowledging the Other –

that someone else is noticing,

someone else than us:

cutting thus through

solipsism: existential plus!









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