I Listen to Strangers

I listen to strangers about me,
how I have confidence, how I am
lovely, how I would enjoy the
peaches just now.

I so want you to know me like a
stranger heading in my direction,
eyes wide with excitement, arms
overburdened with plums!

In the early mornings when we
pass in the night, I want to tell
you that I know good shoes, that
my skin should never see the sun,

that someone special must love me.