I HAVE NO SECRETS FROM YOU

By John Grey

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My issue is that I’m visible.

Step out of my house,

and sidewalks put me on display,

roads sell tickets to my every move,

and the sun shines its spotlight

wherever I take a step.

Every car, every window,

every face, every eye,

is a camera.

I merely scratch my nose

and it’s somebody’s

“More news at eleven.”

Or I glance at a pretty woman

and it’s “This just in.”

Or I carry on a conversation

with an even prettier woman

that I happen to see on the street.

(It’s been years since we last met.

I was anonymous then.)

That evokes a banner headline.

And everyone not writing it

is reading it.

Even those not here

Even you, out there

on the other coast.

All is revealed.

There is no privacy.

I may as well just stand

and wave to you.