TO BE INVISIBLE, WRITTEN BY VALERIE F. TOMPSON
I am no
stranger
to the
wonder
of invisibility.
I am no
stranger
to flitting eyes
passing me
by.
But I am a stranger to
this.
I am a
stranger
to the way that you
peel
me down to my
core,
to the way that you
paint
a landscape
through
my clothes.
I am a
stranger
to the way that you
know,
to the way that you
read my
patterns
like
rivers
and roads.
I am a
stranger
to this
invisibility.
(Am I a
stranger
to you?)
YOU ARE READING
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