sunday poetry

stop staring me down
I get intimidated easy
your blinkless gaze is turning my orbit around

I look away
I laugh
pretending I don't relish every second of your gaze

I can hardly think
nerves rattled, brain cells fried
to pair one letter to another and to another
semblance of words to make sense of what i'm feeling
is already difficult enough

thank you for the welcome distraction