Katrina Kaye
I am nothing,
if not transparent;
skin a shallow
cloak
clearly
spotted with
intentions
colored and
shaded by layers
of cells
unfurling.
I am missing teeth,
the stubbornness
of religion; I am mourning
more than I thought I would.
I am combat.
I am ridiculous.
I am not even
a smile
and a lazy morning.
I am coated in silent patience,
an empty womb; I am dust
in the sunlight, an afterthought;
a million miles removed.
I am nothing
if not easy to
see through.
I am ghost,
film,
translucent,
nothing.
“Transparent” is previously published in Otherwise Engaged (2022) and in Saturday’s Sirens (2020)
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