glaze [a poem]

my face
is shining until i realize no one’s paying
any attention
they’re preoccupied, they nod and grunt as though
they’re listening, but they don’t
hear, not really–this is why i shouldn’t talk
i couldn’t ache or uncloak interest, i could be
safe on my own
spite them all with my blank glaze

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