Katrina Kaye

I am disappearing
act, mispronounced
name, forgotten
introduction.

I walk soft,
sew lips.

Unsubstantial
as the chill
in the dark.

Part ghost,
part chameleon.

I wish
I could
say there was
security in
the anonymity,

it merely
leaves me
hollow and creates
a blotch
only I can see.

Don’t try
to look
for me.

I blend
into background,
then disappear
as quickly
as a song

you never
bothered
to remember.

“Disappear” is previously published in Mollyhouse (2022).