-is this toward me,
or any target audience,
or titillated chance?
I'm in your life now
peripheral vision,
strained eyes,
churned out like butter
pour your gristle and fat into me.
Unbalanced meal
spaghetti-crawl off the plate
It's touching! It's touching!
Peas and carrots touching
-roll out the red carpet,
get out the guest soap,
open up the good stuff!
I'm peering in like a pie
window cooling.
Am I stalker or vampire
you invited in?
Who is to blame?
I, who sees, or
You, who shows.
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