Way above our heads, Steely Dan and Styx
are playing, and hundreds of cameras
watch, while we wear fancy dress.
I have on that sequined, swirly-patterned
blouse you bought for two-twenty-five–
a steal–but the only steal–cos
every single thing is in view.
Staring up at the multi-colored ceiling,
in my multi-reflective blouse,
I see hundreds of black spots:
cameras, to watch our every move.