looking over your shoulder

yes, i am talking to you;
i need to yell sometimes
(but i’m always inside)
so i guess this will suffice:
don’t forget (unerringly,
she pretends not to notice)
to claim anonymity
where appropriate
“never quote me”
she said
(and feigns disinterest)
i am certain,
(hence the periods)

shakespeare had these same conversations
with British women
in olde englysh.

“As you imagine yourself”

“Suppose
(and before the bells had finished)
the other music crowded out.

The lord and his daughter rose
at the full willingness of seymour to cooperate
in prosecuting the valley.

We already felt the impression
of the king,
so the soldiers paused in their attack.
Kindness.
What you made soothed her.

(We had known Sir Richard for many years,
while Walter took another account and
was in a regular fury)

How very unpleasant that they were
caught in the wretch of deadly helplessness.
If he could have saved himself,
instead of been upset about her!

So of course he shot her,
and circumstances had brought him back,”

said the officer–
patting his foolish fubsy old.