Their eyes fixate on me
Well on their way,
Vulnerable, tender, insecure
Staring deeply, trying to fix themselves.
What do they see in me?
I ask myself as a woman pulls on her earrings
But I am sitting at a high top
At a busy intersection
Inside a döner kebab shop
behind reflective glass.
They see nothing past themselves
I realize as I wipe hummus off my lip.