on the possibility of invisible
She woke and headed to work
And as she walked no one looked at her
And no one waved to her
It was like she wasn't even there
She entered her office and no one waved back
When she put up her hand
And no one held the door for her on the 5th floor
It was like she wasn't even there
She walked into the restroom and gazed at the floor length mirror
And there with the other workers all frantic hair brushes and tugged blouses
Was her own face
Quizzical and pale
But no one spoke to her
Even though she was right there
"you look like you've seen a ghost"
said a voice behind her
but when she turned around
there was no one standing
where the voice had been
no one at all