WHAT SAY YOU, INVISIBILITY
Door bells chime as laughter streams and dances across the metal-framed entry. Signs
warning “bathrooms for customers only” plaster the bulletproof glass. Raw hands pull
and push, then hold the grimy metal handle as groups wander in and out. Like tiny butterflies, monarchs, some with gossamer wings, others with brushed feet. Jeweled fleets adorned
in colorful coats of faux fur, crushed velour, and rich, supple leathers. Red frosted noses,
cherry lips, and muffed ears atop bodies warmed by mixes of wool, polyester, and supple cottons, despite voiced complaints of bitter cold. Hot chocolates, warm lattes,
and toasted breads warm outreached hands—me first, gimme, yes—as cash register bells jingle. Fingertips cup rusted tin cans as whispers track nickels, dimes, and pennies dropping. Dog barks,
stay away. Army green jacket, back on active duty, covers ground and warms bottoms, for no more than a moment in time. Veteran eyes track and count bodies as they enter, then exit, establishments replete with food and ale.
We sit, knee high, as our hands
open and close, open and close
gates to the warm bounty.
Soft words of thanks drift, above heads, with quick flicks
of the hand. Like a moth shooed for fear of poking holes in favorite fabrics and lives
crafted to inequitable perfection. Shoo, go away, get out of here. Can’t risk germs
on coveted sustenance. Young boy carries plastic bag of discarded
meats, half-eaten sandwiches, and plates of dropped, ketchup-soaked fries. Agile arm
flings parcel over left shoulder, back, then forward, like a trigger—ouch—
then deep into the dumpster’s belly.
My own belly growls back, a deep roar, crying not for food but for all I’ve lost.
Lost first steps, birthdays, bus stop gatherings. Lost. Have you seen her?
My belly roars in response and defense. Our wilted, warped cardboard signs speak,
dutifully, of needs for food and water. Brown leather shoes, fancy patent pumps, stylish
high-tops stomp out our handiwork and our voices. Do you hear me?
No first steps.
No friendly fist bumps.
No garbage bags of food.