Obscuras

in rooms with fluorescent bulbs

tiled into the ceiling

I sit in the dark

my own dark

nobody knows who I am

in there

or out here

I don’t know them either

they too are stuck in the dark

same as me

but in different rooms

our own personal obscuras

shaped like key holes

that we see each other through

tarnished locks with no keys

and

no locksmiths around

just shadow people

stimulated and depressed

with chemical agents to eat away the locks

for just a moment

or a night

under neon lights