You know the parlor trick.
Wrap your arms around your own body
and from the back it looks like
someone is embracing you
her hands grasping your shirt
her fingernails teasing your neck.
From the front it is another story.
You never looked so alone.
Your crossed elbows and screwy grin.
You could be waiting for a tailor
to fit you with a straight jacket,
one that would hold you really tight.