If You Could See What I See

Nevermind the photos. This is what it's really like:

I pull the oxford cloth shirt off, and straighten the cuffs from how I wore them rolled up all day. Search the closet for an empty hanger and put the shirt away. Take off the faded cords and toss them in the laundry. Slip off the socks one by one. Run my hands down my black crew neck. Wonder what it would look like to someone else, maybe clingy? Pull it off over my head. Stand in my black bra and black underpants. Remember what it was like to be seen like this. Try to feel beautiful, to admire myself. Is my ass supposed to be the width of my chest or my shoulders? Cock head side to side to consider the view in the mirror on top of my bureau. Choose a pajama top from the drawer, then close the drawer. When the top is on, notice my nipples showing through the white fabric.

Remember. Remember what it's like to be seen.

Sit down and write this.