Minder

Some poor soul
makes his living watching me
follows at a discrete distance
reads my mail
unlocks the door
and turns the lights on
to unsettle me

And so he sees
every unguarded moment
when I cannot lift my eyes
to meet myself in the mirror
the places I hide
so I won't count the ways
I have not been what I meant to be

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