WITNESS

it is hard not to look
through windows
catch glimpses
of men
at the bathroom sink
women
on the porch
with wine
or a cigarette
families
at supper
the computer
in every different room of the house
alone
listen to
the resonance of voices
that don't know
they are heard
memorize
shape of door latch
flower hue
scent of laundry detergent
know it belongs to them
wonder how it would mix
with my clothes
with my skin
every day
collect secrets
contrive intimacy
feel let in
when not
one of them
knows
my name