Watch me

I have no urges
to be observed
as I skim over
the plate glass days
and take a dip in the
punch hole nights
because nothing
ever varies.

But I only wish
for you to watch me
step over the close margins
of unvarying nights and days,
place a coy foot somewhere
it isn't meant to go that day
or slide a quick look at things
that were hitherto cloaked
or simply skid and fall flat,
that is new too.

I only want a testimony
to the moments in shrill neon
against the backdrop of
punch hole nights and
plate glass days.