Poem #1: Boy in the Window

To stand displayed, decorated and dejected.
I am hard; you cannot touch me through this window, my home.
I will not be pierced, I will not be bruised.
I will someday float quite happily in dreams and water.
I need not swim, I don't want your attention.
If you stare, then that is what you do.
I prefer to stand.

My attire is always top of the range.
My hair and nails, just as they should be.
Never more, never less.
From this window, I see your skin,
always changing, outside this window.
I see you feel and I know I'm not like you.

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