Braving the cold,
Baring the soul,
Exposing the skin
And hair.
Waiting in queue
To use a computer,
The bag over your shoulder
Covers your back,
But I see every curve
Of your anatomy.
Oblivious to the stares,
The sniggers,
You use inker in
The universal knowledge exchange.
Wearing nothing,
Wanting something,
Is it more than
A missing piece of clothing?
Security arrives
To isolate you:
The disturbance.
Head in your hands,
Eyes to the sky,
Are you searching for answers?
Searching for guidance?
Stripped,
Uncovered,
Vulnerable.
Raw place, wrong time.
K. 2011
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