an inspector who tracks every move
every move i take—a reward or a crime
whether i watch a movie or series that mirrors my past
or a drift through a day where nothing feels wrong
or sleep soundly through the forgiving night---
his eyes, like a cctv, never sleeps

but when i slip, when I commit a sin…
he interrogates me, “why did you do it?”
and there, in a grey, unblinking light
i stand arrested by my own intent
it’s like a serial killer replacing the skin of myself
he acts without care, so i'm caught red-handed