i am watching you. the way you move, the clothes you wear, the things you do. i try not to stare, but i can’t help it. sometimes you are so fascinating i can’t keep my eyes off you. i look long and blink hard and then i repeat it in my head all the details so i can write them down later: “chambray shirt, green pumas, curly hair, crooked nose, two straws, nervous twitch.” it’s not like an obsession or anything. it’s just a new hobby.
i am trying to pay attention to someone other than myself.