watching from the locked glass box - c. 2022

I always feel 

like i'm watching life go by for others

in the locked glass box. my expression

is mostly blank, with a slight inward pull of my brows.

I press my hand on the glass

wishing I was out there with everyone

else. there is no door knob

It seems I have to wait for my time

for source to open my door.

present commentary -

as I wrote this, I imagined I was sitting in a glass box that no one could see in, but I could see out of it. It was physically there, but everyone just miraculously never hit or bumped into it. and the box was sitting in the middle of super a busy sidewalk.