“Invisible Woman” by Juanita Rey

You must have seen me

unless, that is,

I was invisible.

Like in the book by HG Wells.

If so,

why wasn’t your attention grabbed

by my blue blouse,

my jeans,

just hanging there

in the doorway?

You squeezed by,

touched me once or twice.

Didn’t that surprise you?

Something there

and yet nothing?

You joined your friends in the next room,

laughing and high-fiving.

So that’s the problem.

You prefer your people whole.

∞

Juanita Rey is a Dominican poet who has been in this country five years. Her work has been published in Pennsylvania English, Opiate Journal, Petrichor Machine and Porter Gulch Review.