Reflections of the Invisible Man

By Mikal Trimm

I will never be thought of as balding
or fat
or of looking so much older
than my years

Even naked
my form is
exquisite

Women find me
mysterious --
there is so much hidden, so much
they cannot see

It's my depth
they admire

On dates I listen, listen
while they spill their secrets
enumerate their fears
lay their deepest desires out before me
as if they talk only
to themselves --

It is obvious
nothing need be said
about me

I am an open book
See what you want to see

When evening comes
and the lights go out
I am whoever they want me to be
forever and ever
amen

When morning comes
they never even notice
I'm gone

For tomorrow they know
I'll be someone else
entirely or someone else
will be there in my place

But they will speak of me
endlessly

I shall never be forgotten

Love, it seems,
is truly
blind

 

About the Author
Mikal Trimm writes speculative fiction and poetry from the confines of his tiny house in the tiny town of Lockhart, TX. He has been published in several venues, including Gothic.net, NFG, and Polyphony 4.

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