Poem by Nathalie Joseph
I am standing here,
But you don't see me.
Although I wave my hands high over my head,
And attempt to yell over rambunctious passing trains of dread.
You are unable to acknowledge my presence.
Red ants crawl, creeping, gnawing, tearing your epidermis
I still love you
You don't feel it.
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