I walk down a street in the interstices of school
and our gazes meet.
The road I tread
mows through her irises, presses her prisms
and I own
the eyes with which she watches me...
I'd like to bring into attention the 'gaze' by which we watch people, a function of gaydar, tied to knowing. It's a rather peculiar thing, I think, that certain people
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