feeling seen and seeing
also seeing through
and in between, etc
so no facade
means all facade
uncanny
am I talking about windows
not sure
and then the mysterious way
clouds hang out in the park
stuck in the trees
shocks me
knowing 100% fantasy
is reality
is reality
warm light from tall windows
some professor’s home study
every square foot of the walls lined with books
god I love
to be at my desk
then more people silhouetted in more windows
I think about the Brian De Palma movies I've seen
some people keep
their egos in their shirt pockets
their egos in their shirt pockets
always just at hand
easy as an apple
the boss sticks his foot
in the tiny trashcan to compact it
I say
I don’t think you can fit in there
