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School
i was mostly invisible today
and when people looked at me
they saw walls behind me and floors under me and plastic waste containers and
a ripple, an incorporeal outline
that spooked them so they didn't take my chair or erroneously find themselves sitting in my lap
i was mostly invisible today
except when i was a levitating guitar, strumming itself translucent in the starewell
except when i was a bottle of white-out, a girl had made a mistake
except when i was another pencil, filling in circles and writing my name on a piece of paper
and when i was a number on its way to a boardroom to be taken down, tallied, torn apart
in search of the invisible truth
We are the ghosts, midear....sometimes I think maybe it's better to be looked through than studied.