Invisibility
I’m not aware from here, inside, when looking out, thinking about, how time has passed, slithered on leaving me changed, but not changed Touching fingers to face, to body No mirror to challenge me I feel the same skin holding me together Not knowing the effects of time I am aware of the substance and weave life and experience and actions have built within me, creating, adapting, always a need to be better I could be forty or sixty or thirty-three I still feel solid, the familiar me even as other’s eyes glance over and past seeing only the gray that envelops me Realizing wrinkles diminish interest, allow presuppositions: a person of no significance Understandably, youth and the unknown are [...]
