Self-Conscious by Yoric Watterott

Yoric Watterott | August 5th, 2009 | poetry | No Comments

I watch him
I notice how he leans into the wall,
Sinking into the background
With one leg jittering,
Hammering morse-code into the ground
I watch how his lips purse over the rim,
Funneling down yet another cup of coffee
The caffeine anxiously fidgets through his veins,
Eyes darting around the bistro, constantly aware of me
I watch him
Using me to investigate himself,
Observing every defect
No one sees me but you…
Our little secret…

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