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.