Unnatural

On Tuesday, you sat by a fountain

In an office plaza downtown

You were the eye in the center of a whirling crowd

Thousands of people

A wild tangle of blood and bones

Covered in their neighbors' opinions

Every haircut, hemline, horizontal stripe

Lapel, lens shape, leather jacket

Was suddenly a map and a survey

And an autobiography

And you thought

You make me feel like an unnatural woman