Kerri Shying R # 276 - You there

You there

nobody was talking

about you    nobody

hung the shades    on your word

skin     eyes   go to the place

 is     where

directed gaze

the object

intersects

nobody

was talking  nobody

I pulled one hair

pulled one hair from

my own

eyebrow

I claimed it     claimed

it was

the locus 

for my      fears

I said nobody

 was talking

talking

there was

nobody