curious.

the differences were distinct.

glaringly, as it were.

thick lines drawn around them.

similar colors 

as if a painter had used the same palette

but perhaps

a heavier hand

for the one on the left.

and the one on the right,

unfinished pencil

lumbering strokes.

i wonder had you always known?

i suppose you had,

but still out of the shadows

you stepped.

when you move about the world

in such a fashion

some people must appear quite

curious

like an itch to scratch

no matter how slowly.

like a hand-woven pillow made of hardy fabric,

one that you picked up 

from a tired couch

in Mexico.

inspect.

embrace.

smell.

put down.

walk towards another object

turn back now

pause.

see a stranger

lying on the couch

now

pounding a fist 

into the pillow

now

i see you

through heavy lidded eyes,

hiding behind myself.

i see you.