Walking in Public
I am observed.
as the silver scalpel of those around me
begin to probe my soul.
Peering out through their windows,
with curiosity both
childlike and cautionary,
I avert my gaze
to release my blinds,
covering an essence
that renders opaque after a single breath.
exercising animalistic autonomy
enclosed in a pen of flesh.
I take residence in myself
and in others,
swallowed and asphyxiated
under the soaked duvet
I've chosen to be selectively permeable,
conceivably I’ve convinced myself it was of my own volition.
Denying my admittance,
the traces of myself that stain the window panes around me.