Eloïse wears too much makeup
And a bright red scarf
To the supermarket
Because she’s invisible.
She could feel herself
Melting away like a birthday candle.
With every new gray hair.
The colour of her lips and eyes
Drained out like oil
Into her blue veins
Which ran like maps of
Cities she’d traveled to
And loved within.

Eloïse wears too much makeup
And a bright red scarf
To the supermarket
But they still don’t see Her.