A lot of New York
Was spent on sidewalks
Closer to strangers than I am to my own kin,
Languages rolling like the smells in the air
Snow exhaust and the smell of the heat turned on.

I played a game with myself,
To see how many people would hold eye contact with me-
If I turned a head, how long would that head stay turned-

What started as an excercise in vanity became something as simple
As glancing into the windows
Between brick concrete marble
Seeing instances of life
In an eye
Contact
Me, they seemed to say
Look look look

And what started off as leers sometimes
Became looks of wonder
Because what is it like,
To look into the abyss,
And find it looking into you?
Like nothing else.

You are always
Worth a second glance (chance?)
New york taught me that. 
And sometimes, strangers see with
Clarity you have never been given,
And they reflect it.

See them see you.

Always look at strangers. 
Even if they never glance at you.

You will see
And see
And see.