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Tag Archives: invisible
Going Home
You go back to the place you grew up and find it’s changed houses and bars that are no more the ones still standing, unrecognizable and you see her now, the teen beauty of your youthful dreams a cocktail waitress … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged aging, fleeting beauty, growing up, high school, invisible, nothing remains the same, poetry, real life
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Running With Stars
I am nothing I do not exist I am invisible with no Facebook page no Twitter follows Does anyone know I’m here? Hello? in the vastness that is space and time how many thinking beings have lived and died forgotten? … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged accomplishments, aging, alone, counting for nothing, forgotten as if one never existed, invisible, poetry, record you were here, space, time, universe, unseen
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Domestica
The housekeeper lady whose fatherless son can’t read cleans the room slipping quietly in and out making beds, changing sheets, placing breakfast trays outside the door. Guests who casino in the morning spa in the afternoon cocktail by the pool … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged cleaning ladies, domestica, domestics, hotel guests, hotel staff, immgrants, invisible, invisible people, Mexico, poetry, poverty, single mother
2 Comments
Invisibles
At the club the invisible single mother brings three glasses of Pinot to the table where the ladies who lunch speak of yachts and vacations this summer. In the powder room the invisible toilet slave hands towels to the ladies … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged "illegals", class, immigrant, invisible, ladies who lunch, poetry, poverty, single mothers, tips, toilet attendants, waitresses, yacht club
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Going Home
You go back to the place you grew up and find it’s changed houses and bars that are no more the ones still standing, unrecognizable and you see her now, the teen beauty of your youthful dreams a cocktail waitress … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry
Tagged aging, fleeting beauty, growing up, high school, invisible, nothing remains the saem, poetry, real life
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