AMY OBENSKI

Peo­ple avoid peo­ple

that’s the way that it goes

on the bus line com­mute

in the ele­va­tor stalls

watch­ing num­bers light up

look­ing down at their shoes

or within empty spaces

where there’s noth­ing to lose

And I pic­ture myself

mak­ing a scene

I pic­ture myself

break­ing their daze

I pic­ture myself

going against the grain

but I’m sit­ting here silently

writ­ing down Words On a Page

I like to steal glances

at the peo­ple around

but I look away 

when they turn around

I check out their beauty

I check out their style

I pre­tend I’m not look­ing

when they catch my smile

I’d make fun of the moment

I’d say “hello”

tell them my name

ask them to let it show

tell me “what are you here for?”

tell me “what makes you glow?”

can’t you give me a moment

you can call your own

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