Hi

Out of all the available streets you had the dumb luck of trotting down mine. Public spaces are crashing waves submerging rocks of stubborn privacy. The wide sprawl of them contend with the warm invite of walkways. A bitter frost has toasted the darkness with every slip of a carelessly planted foot. Before having spotted me, we were overseen apart by the scurry of mice and perch of owls. Two games have since emerged; the hide and seek of night fall that we have interrupted, and the sudden elope of our awareness. My ripple has found interference. Can you see the steam billowing from my face like an uncovered crockpot? It is the only emissary of my insides. All else is concealed. Under the knitted cap are thoughts that wind around you secretly. A hood with fur trim spills into a heavy coat that stops mid-thigh. My mouth is covered as I ambulate off speed. Headphone wires dangle as a sign of preoccupation when nothing could be further from the truth. Parallel to me is a stranger with thoughts the nature of which I can only guess. You have plucked me from arteries of the city to look upon me. Now I must measure myself as threat and a friendly at the same time. I keep count of all of my head turns. You have made me to feel each eyebrow raise, sniff, and hard swallow. What is this thing you have done to me? Before you chose my street, I was fused with the moon, bird chirps, and the purring of car engines warming up. With one captured gaze comes an impulse to hold my breath as if under water. You must pass quickly. How am I supposed to resume sweet oblivion when your attention has created an audit on my very breath. The timing of my exhale feels labored. Pass from my eyeshot so I may glue myself back together.