To the Guy in My Class

It’s a little eerie, don’t you think?

Your chin resting on your palm

Your eyes frozen in my direction

And nowhere for me to hide

I feel like you’re undressing my secrets

Like you’re imagining me with your last name

But all I want is to unlock your gaze

And free myself from the two prison guards staring at me.

TL

2:09am

21 January 2005