I want to crawl up
onto the stage
and become invisible,
only my voice heard
and my shape seen,
anonymously,
appreciated for
what it is and how
it sounds and what
worth I've found in words,
my girth neither
here nor there, square
me in in your mind's
eye, cry at my tears
that fall to the floor
from nothingness
like rain, because like pain,
I'm am not really here, hear
my roar across the floor
and wonder from which
cat it erupted, you'd never
guess me, less is more and
I'm so lessened I'm
transparent, listen
to my wind and observe
the outline at the altar,
the nerve of this ghost
won't falter so long
as she stays invisible,
united in fear indivisible.