i was mostly invisible today

    and when people looked at me

they saw walls behind me and floors under me and plastic waste containers and

      a ripple, an incorporeal outline

that spooked them so they didn't take my chair or erroneously find themselves sitting in my lap

      i was mostly invisible today

except when i was a levitating guitar, strumming itself translucent in the starewell

except when i was a bottle of white-out, a girl had made a mistake

except when i was another pencil, filling in circles and writing my name on a piece of paper

  and when i was a number on its way to a boardroom to be taken down, tallied, torn apart

  in search of the invisible truth

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stonesy's picture

We are the ghosts, midear....sometimes I think maybe it's better to be looked through than studied.