I am making myself small today
hiding in voluminous
blue jeans
shrinking from your notice
A measure of privacy
is what I hope to gain
Time for this melancholy
to possess me, then fade
leaving only the remembered taste
of tears on my tongue
Tomorrow I will grow again,
be the woman you expect,
fill my clothing an
your obsession
But please give me this day
to gather myself in,
to be small
and unnoticed

Copyright: Renee Seymour, The Shades Between, 2024