Orange, blue and yellow: the history of your invisibility 

And orange was once a half of you.

And blue was once a whole of you.

And up until recently,

yellow was quite your bling.

But now the thing is

no one’s left you want to be with.

No 

one

who

in two

would sit next to you 

and make you

light-

heartedly, 

fleet-

footedly

complete.

No one left either 

who wants to speak with you;

all of them speaking 

at their tables 

of idiotic grandeurs, lost.

And the cost of your labour

is the indifference

of these women 

who surround you

without embracing you: 

who only come close 

in order 

to impound you.

You are

the invisible man;

and this is 

the history of your invisibility.  

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