My Nose Presses On The Glass

I never want to see outside my window

Superimposed over the outside world

A reflective face (my own)

This view should be objective.

At night I shouldn’t have to turn the light

To see more than a few feet away

Into the darkness of the corners and in the fringes

Because when I draw too close I see nothing

But myself and I see too much of that

The rest of the day.

June 12