expressing yourself is a bit like
dressing that display window in the pedestrian zone.
you decide what goes behind the glass,
adhering to current trends, of course,
and so you decorate away.
it lies in our clothes, words, relationships
and ideally, this liberty would be at everyone’s disposal.
for some, though, other people decide what goes in
and what the meaning of that ought to be;
we seem to have an inherent affinity
to patronize and then gaze
guided by a cornucopia of assumptions.
aside from that major asymmetry,
I ask myself, too,
what this display window is for
in times of optimized self-portrayal on every channel.
when do people honestly linger to discover?
when is it time to put up a sign
and remain private?
and which parts of who I am
actually make this plaza a better place?