You think you’re surreptitious,
but you’re nothing of the kind.
The flash unmasks you
admits your digital desires
provides proof of possession of interests
you’d hoped to keep hidden.

Now everyone with vision
knows who you are
what you are doing
what you want.
This is the opposite of your plan
the very antithesis of what you wanted.

Too late,
you stealth away your phone,
the illicit means of recording,
and wish you could skulk away yourself
but the train will not be stopping
for another thirty blocks
which feels approximately
like forever.