I am always paying attention.
I may look
preoccupied because I have
perfected that look
but I am
always
paying
attention.
When your stance shifts
or your exhale
is heavy, I notice
every alteration. I have
a part of me that makes a running summation
of every
conversation
and situation.
I’m in a rotation
of quick glances
and side-eye, of elation
at being overlooked. Again.
I am never
as oblivious as I seem.
I am only ever at parade rest.
