I stand on the balcony
almost-normally thinking
of the men in the hall
looking over my clothes
and forming an image
of my body
So that is who I am
so that is how people relate
to one another, scanning
who they are
in the eyes of others
assessing each other
and weighing up who
they want to talk to and
flirt a little, who knows
what will come out of it and
what their hands and feet
will do, yes, I do know
who I am, but I also want
to hear it and feel it and
make it felt, make it felt