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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