In the corner
here I sit
like my father
who sat in the armchair
watching us vacuum
watching us do dishes
dust notions
In the same chair
alone wandering the air
I imagine myself old
and flying away
somewhere declining
wriggling and squirming
in rooms
avoiding eschewing eyes
small talk
not wanting to know
why I am unnoticed
This is just as well
afraid to be the nail
sticking out
to be hammered in
trampled level
and kept in brief
small tags
denoting medium and large
uncomfortably kept
silent and underneath
Its easier to stay up late
watch Law & Order
eat microwave popcorn
no one watching me
I have control
observer and voyeur
who can peek in
without accomplice
or responsibility
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