I'm Scared That Someone Is Looking At Me While I Sleep
I am always looking up at the crackled sky, or away into the off-kilter
expressions of sallow faces.
I am always switching the direction of glance and counter glace.
I keep drifting in and out of blessings and hexes.
I look into powdering ceiling tiles, and one by one,
the debris falls into my eyes and burns them out.
I look at faces as they look at me
and again as they leave the room
I mostly fixate my glance on things that have given up on me.