introduction.

you have never met me
so you ask lots and lots of questions
hoping that i would
by a little gesture here
or a little word there
let slip my personality and roots

i observe you, stranger:
your eyes, jumping every few seconds
around my face and occasionally
to my painted mismatching nails
and occasionally to my scissored hair
and occasionally to my love handles,
my thighs, hidden, calves, exposed,
occasionally to my heart-cut watch
ticking away without a battery
...
then
you settle on my eyes:

i see all your questions
still holed up inside
those unsteady eyes,
trying their best
to be something they're not.