I shove my hands down deeper inside my coat
and pull them close to my body for protection
not from the cold so much as from the scrutiny.
I feel their eyes peering down on me
deciding who I am without knowing me.
I can’t see them
I don’t look
but I know they are there
their windows are above me.
The windows to their cozy little apartments in their cozy little lives
from the cold
from the loneliness
looking down on me.
Trash in the alley.