Neptune-ruled,
starry-eyed,
glimmer glamour.
Everyone sees
what they want to see–
everyone’s mirror.
None to see
what’s beneath the sheen–
just checking their complexion.
They lean to see
what’s between their teeth
testing that budding blemish.
My eyes:
a one-way window.
I look and see them,
they see themselves.
But I’m in here.
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 