The Night Shift Three walls of this room are glass and the air is quite stale. I suddenly wonder If this is what it was like for the many pill bugs I used to catch and keep in Tupperware containers with small holes punched in the lid. I am aware of the Transparency and complete lack of privacy as I stare at my shoes that look Like shoes a doll would wear, which is what I tell you when You say that you like them. But what am I to say, when in this tupperware room You look me in the eyes And tell me I'm beautiful. by Susan Moore