The Night Shift
Three walls of this room are glass and the air is quite stale.
I suddenly wonder
If this is what it was like for the many pill bugs
I used to catch and keep in
Tupperware containers with small holes punched in the lid.
I am aware of the
Transparency and complete lack of privacy as
I stare at my shoes that look
Like shoes a doll would wear, which is what I tell you when
You say that you like them.
But what am I to say, when in this tupperware room
You look me in the eyes
And tell me I'm beautiful.
by Susan Moore
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