Oh how I am dying to see what you look like,

Woman sitting behind me in theatre.

I know your pleasantly nasal voice,

I know the wisdom in your breath

I know every move you make,

And yet I know nothing

About your smile, your body, your shape.

I can only imagine the dentures, the wrinkles,

The shirt from when good movies were cheap,

But I can be patient, unlike other people,

So just shut up and stop bumping my seat.