Chicago
December 17, 2022
He is beauty
Underground, his clouded eyes
Overtop, his thin pink lips
An abundance of radiant smiles
He is world-class
Behind, he whispers the words he wishes to be heard
In front, he nods and continues
Presumed by the million pairs of eyes watching him
He is loved
Afore, he speaks and acts.
After, he remains silent and communicates through the permanence of ink
He asks how it has come to so
He is watched
Clouded blue eyes congruent to his outer layer
Messy brown hair
He exhales, pondering his thoughts
As he roams the street of Chicago