Box elder bugs crawling on the armchair,
tiny black legs tap Morse code in response
to the tamper and grind at the front of the café,
while large-bodied women cackle around
the high pitched trill of the thin.
Two lovers study French across laptops;
she dressed as a pirate and he with her hat
akimbo across his well shaped head;
Old women revisit the darkness that lives
in their youth, finding some shelter in each other.
In the bathroom, noises slip through the walls
and ceiling, under the cracks in the door, up through
the toilet as a vibration, a tremble that drives me
until I am consumed completely as Hyde took Jekyll,
and only traces of the original remain.
The second side of me emerges.
The face that hides under manners,
gaiety and social ebulliences. I emerge transformed
into the universe just as it was before. No one
takes notice. I am invisible, imperceptible, intangible.
Forces beyond any of our control, catches the door wide.
I step into the wind and disappear.
Aleathia Drehmer 2008
Published by Full of Crow 2/09
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