if only
I could pick this lock
open these
glass walls
so that you might
feel smell taste hear
what has held me
inside
for so long
I know you see me
but your eyes are only
one tool
I locked myself in
so you cannot
use the rest
if you did
but you still didn’t
understand
I might as well stay
caged forever
because
my truth cannot be found in
pictures
it is beneath your fingertips
on the tip of your tongue
the sweet, fervent whisper
of my breath
what you see behind
this glass
is changed
by your own reflection
I know it
by the shine of your eyes
but I don’t know how
to free myself
I only know
that you like it
when I
smile