I Will Not Be Invisible

I will not be invisible.

When you walk over my feet to get to the seat by the window;

When you ignore me and serve the lady wearing solitaires;

In a crowded waiting room, when you call the patient who arrived half an hour late

I will not be invisible;

When you Look over my shoulder as you spot someone more famous

When your eyes slide over me on to someone better dressed,

When your gushing and air kissing and label shopping, become too much

I will not be invisible.

I will not be invisible even when my shoes are old, and my hair uncolored

When I repeat my clothes, when I have to take a ride with you in your plush, plush, car;

When I serve you simple fare in my ordinary flatware with cheap and cheerful napkins

I will not be invisible.

I grew up here for heavens’ sake;

Today, when I return, with disappointments in my bag,

Shabby and more than middle aged, grappling to find my feet in this place once again,

I will NOT be invisible.