Midnight Sheets

I use the voice of one
Who has not spoken in days barely audible
She drags the chair away
I stare out chewing swallowing.
I am not among these people
I want to be at home
With my sympathetic songs
And my midnight colored sheets
I elect to live and go about the everyday
I don’t share my table
It’s mostly by choice
People exhaust me
Nodding smiling,
expressing mutual response
It’s unending
I want to go unnoticed
I want to be invisible
Saying unheard words
Is the emptiest feeling I can conjure up
I am longing to be reached
From a high tower
I am glad I am not beautiful
How compliments advances must be invading
How tiring I feel just imagining it.

9-14-00