a child's focal

hold on
freeze
like a mannequin in a shop
don't breath
don't roll your eyes
don't blink

your skin is plastic
your hair is nylon

your ears upend
listening to your heartbeats

people are passing by
yet you cannot see them
you loose focus
movement prevails
trying to penetrate
inward and outward

still skin

still skin

still skin

and when your muscles have stiffen
and when no one is around
you go and hide yourself
between arrays of similar cloths