I cannot believe I'm invisible.
I'm visible, but
Rarely are our beliefs true.
There's so much evidence to prove I'm invisible.
I see images of myself in mirrors,
Perhaps a mirage,
An illusion produced by my intense desire
To have a body.
I went to a cocktail, everybody huddled
No one saw me. I did a dance in the
middle of the floor.
No one noticed. I walked down a crowded
Kept stepping out of peoples' ways.
No one saw me.
I became convinced I was invisible
When I saw my next door neighbor with the
Picking up beer bottles thrown in her yard
During a night of a block party.
She was wearing a low necked midriff.
I rushed over to discuss garbage disposal.
I spoke friendly. She did not see
Kept dropping bottles in a brown plastic
I spoke again. She still did not see
I was standing only three feet from her.