I wonder if somebody’s watching me
As I sit with a wine-flushed face
In boxers too tight around the thighs
Watching my blank computer screen
On my table that doesn’t fit my apartment.
I wonder if they’ve been stealing
Some of my wine as too much
Is gone for a single night’s glass,
Or maybe it was just me
And I’ve lost the notion of moderation.
I wonder if they’ve been watching me
Watching the stylus and pad
And the blank slate on the screen
That refuses to be trampled over
And prefers its perfect white.
I want to know if anybody’s watching
When I finally take off the boxers
And resign myself to another night
Of long howling music and a cold bed
After a warm shower and a cold walk
Across a cold hard floor.
And why won’t they say hello?
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