In View

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.

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