how long would it take to find me?
in a crowd, would you want to...
with the windows closed and barred,
washed and polished with care.
i don't think i will ever know what he meant-
to open and close.

notions phrases paragraphs so often get cut
holes you can see through
like my windows and my words
sentence structure attacked
and the grammar is all wrong

relief from those twisted voyeurs and mirrors
i don't remember entering this fun house.
no one steps forward
with nothing to offer.
i think i am losing my will.

lines get stuck in my head
i can't make it 24 hours
without wondering which is better
i'm afraid i'll be gone forever

the beauty in that timid contact was not lost on me.