Friday, November 20, 2015

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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