I trace the boundary in sand, I draw it neatly. I curl my toes in, I stand behind the line, patient.
I define myself with quiet and severe simplicity.
I let them pass. I let them see what they think I am who I want them to think I am: this hair and this calm face.
I keep myself in line, I believe they will walk by and see how good I can be.
They meander past, observe-- critical eyes--and they leave.
I deepen the border with the heel of my shoe.