I know you hear my zipper tab click against the teeth
of my boots when I walked down the hall,
and my ring clinking against my glazed coffee mug
with the Hello Kitty sticker on the side.
I know you see my shadow pass in the space
of the door you left cracked open.
I know you hear me hum Springsteen,
the Eric Church kind,
while I let the filter water fountain fill up my cup.
I walk past your door ten times a day,
and you have to know I don't actually drink that much tea.
I just want you to notice me.