I’ll set my feelings on a shelf and dust them every day,
instead of keeping to myself what’s always in my way.
With tempered glass to shield each board, I’ll string a fancy rope
across the aisle to hold the horde at bay. (Or so I hope.)
I’ll post a guard on either side and charge a hefty sum
to enter, then discreetly hide and watch the tourists come.
In front will hang a placard saying, “Look, but DO NOT TOUCH,
and anyone caught disobeying now owes twice as much.”
But what if I am left alone and no one wants to pay
the asking price to gaze upon Emotional Display?
I guess I’ll take the show with me while traipsing here and there,
and pass my feelings out for free to anyone who’d care.
1995 Mary Boren