We all arbiter each other’s deeds.
I can never see where some people
end and others begin, or how to tell
whether someone is my nascent
friend. At the theater, on the streets,
in the mall, if everyone was
penetrated by the same light,
wouldn’t all people look the same?
We do that to each other, inevitably,
but still, sometimes I imagine what
impression they took from me.
They could’ve chosen anything.
This was originally published in Fall 2017 edition of The Helix.
