I miss when I thought
I only performed onstage.
Now I know I do it all day.

Paranoid—if no one else is,
I’m still always watching.
It’s all in your head until it’s not—

Men whistling when you walk your dog—
I wear jewelry even while I sleep,
I never wake in less than six gold rings.

This morning the fog created a wall,
Pigeon blue, of at least three feet.
All alone I watched the head of a doe

Float above the wall, across the valley.
All ears. She could have had any body—
Equine, aquatic, monstrous, winged—

But I never imagined her as such.
I didn’t imagine anything.