Just Us Chickens
The you is implied
in any sign, STOP,
you, or hey, you,
this street is called
Liberty Street and
wait for pedestrians,
their human legs
on which they pedal
and propel themselves
across the concrete.
What pronoun would
signs use if they
could, maybe we
or the omniscient I.
What’s the POV
in this story, a student
once asked me,
stripping the letters
from the phrase
fluidly, as we drag
wrapping paper
through the legs of
sharp scissors to cut it.
To ensure privacy,
please turn lock fully
and pull to check,
the sign on the back
of the restroom door
roots for your
modesty by keeping
everyone else out
of the room with you,
grammar curtseying
and tripping over its
skirts to protect the
bond it feels with you:
intimacy so pure that you
mistake it for being alone.