You never put a camera in my head.
–from The Truman Show
You put a camera right into my heart.
Unseemly route through my groin.
I wonder what you expect to find
that you can’t see from the outside,
considering it’s housed within open gates,
flapping like an overused hospital gown.
All the signs of a lifetime posted
along the hallway as I am driven by:
Blood Areas, Waiting, Cardio with an arrow—
I think I saw Dr. Kildare pass by winking.
But ask the right questions, and I’ll tell you no lies;
hold my hand, mark my history, dear.
There are few secrets when the world watches
through some critical lens or other,
except the ones we truly guard, the ones
that won’t go near a heart in the first place,
in an area where no camera should be allowed.
One room I’ll never, ever let you enter.