If I were invisible
I could turn left in front of a bus
while driving
when late for work.
And
I could be with you
without you even seeing me.
Just like when we were together.
You’re currently reading “Invisibility,” an entry on Peripheral Vision
5.11.07 / 8pm
wow. this really accentuates the emotional rift that ignorance causes. Great poem.
–K.M.Ryan
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Michelle Taylor is a lone girl living a life that exists in her peripheral vision.
She writes “The Mama Politic,” a column at www.mamazine.com.
She has a B.A. in “poetry” from The Evergreen State College and holds a M.S. Ed from Sarah Lawrence College.
She has taught in New York City public schools, a New York Penitentiary and is currently a teacher at a community school in West Seattle.
This is her fiction and poetry blog.
Her personal site can be found at: www.outloud.wordpress.com
Her photography site can be found at: www.adappledapple.wordpress.com
Her classroom site can be found at: www.thelivingclassroom.wordpress.com
Contact her at themamapolitic@riseup.net
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