by Leigh Giza

STILL I AM HERE
ON THE OUTSIDE
PEERING IN THE WINDOW
BETWEEN US
BETWEEN THE NARROW SPACE
WHERE THE DAMASK CURTAINS MEET
I WATCH YOU LOLL
ON YOUR VELVET SOFA
I ADMIRE THE RICH
BURGUNDY COLOR OF IT
LIKE EXPENSIVE WINE
OR BLOOD PERHAPS
I HAVE LITTLE MONEY
AND LESS PRIDE
BUT YOU
SEEM TO HAVE PLENTY OF BOTH
I WILL SILENTLY SLIP THROUGH THE CRACK
BETWEEN MARBLED FLOOR AND WALL
FOR ONCE
MY INVISIBILITY WILL BE
MY GREATEST ASSET
AND I WILL TAKE BACK FROM YOU
WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY MINE
AND I WILL NOT
FEEL SORRY
FOR YOU
FOR YOU
WILL FINALLY KNOW
HOW IT FEELS TO
HAVE NAUGHT
TO TOPPLE FROM THE TOP
OF THE TOTEM POLE
TO DANCE ALONE
TO THE SOUND
OF RAIN BOUNCING OFF DRY GROUND
MAKING PUDDLES
DEEP ENOUGH
FOR A PERSON
TO DROWN IN
AND NEVER BE SEEN AGAIN
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