think
they have your number,
that they've
figure you out.
we got it, their eyes say.
as if all your cards
have been turned over.
we know now who you really
are.
and they store that in their
brains. you're labeled,
by your job, the car you drive,
the books you read,
your wife, you are
tagged for life. they've got you
in a box now. so it's always
hard for them, when
they see you down the road,
startled at how you've changed.
when all along
they just had a glimpse of you.
one side, one moment in
the sun, or shadow.
they have no idea who
they're dealing with.
and strangely neither do you.
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