The Voyeur Inside
I remember a locked door
Against which a ten-year-old girl
Pressed her entire frame
A little above keyhole height
The first time
She heard her parents do things
The first time she heard
The mother moan
And not in pain
The moaning ended
The image lingered
Today the girl sits
And watches a pregnant neighbour
Wondering what her ultrasound looks like
If it’s a ‘Rosemary’s Baby’
Growing inside
Another house to the left
Has this woman in her early thirties
A Belle De Jour
Husband slouched with briefcase
Unsuspecting
In his 9 to 5 routine
The voyeur hasn’t left me
The seeds, too deep inside
The ennui of our times
When every subway loaf
Across the globe
Is precisely
The same size
Provocative verse. I liked it! Please keep writing!
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