glasses have no private view
like i could **** myself
when everyone could see,
though it was only meant for you
an image you have “for keeps”
everyone else defiles me

i want to be beautiful
and walk to the library at dawn
but they point, call me a ghost
they claim i do not belong

then, he with no teeth
will bite and snip my dress
until his gums begin to bleed

when they stain my shirt,
i will mourn, death of invisibility
once i scavenge i am caught
to the lens of your eye
climb the brim of your lids,
very tippy bit, you let me die.