professional boundaries

(poem)

I
i saw a guy in the supermarket.
he looked like someone
i used to know.
it might have been him.
but if it was, he looks different from how he used to be.
he looked at me
like maybe he knew me
but should not (would not)
acknowledge it.
Professional boundaries.

II
it was just a glance
but if it was him, it was more than a glance.
i felt him look
analysis.

i don't think he would have seen much.
- though all of a sudden i became very self conscious of my food.
(suck in your stomach.
try to look normal.)

(but not too normal.)
i don't want him to think i'm 'fine'
i want him to notice me.


III
by now i am in the bakery section.
better not look interested - he may come back
and then what would he think?
"oh look. she eats bread."
how mortifying.