How I Became Invisible

At Donna’s house

she left the yellow living room

to make coffee;

the cloak of my husband shifted

and as the remaining men talked

I realized I had become

invisible

I tried to join the conversation,

they spoke of seemingly familiar topics:

houses, people, music but they

could not hear me-

could not see me-

I feared one of them would reach through me

while gesturing

or grabbing for the dish of nuts

In time they grew dim,

their voices tinny, far away.

By the time Donna came with coffee

they had disappeared entirely

and I was free

to move about the room

as I pleased


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