so maddeningly still

hey you, across the block.
with the humid yellow light,
dimly litting the poster-infested walls

i see you.
today you flipped a towel over the closet door
it is yellow, like your light

funny,
in the mornings you love to prance in front of the mirror
stretching, dancing, posing

your parents have no idea
they sit in front of the tv,
engrossed in the news, the talkshows

as you,
you in uniform,
bare your body to all.