There's a crack in my curtains
Where someone could see
So I pull them tight together
Hope they stay shut behind me.
A draft tickles my feet out of between the curtain and the floor
Wind from the room no one sees.
Things slip out.
Jokes that hide I'm weary
The things about me people can't know
Things coming from the curtained room in me
Like how I may point at a trash can and call it my twin
Because the truth is that this curtain of me
Is guarding suffocating insecurity.