how to disappear

sometimes you’ll look at your fingers turn to glue

you’ll stick to the walls
call yourself a fool,

perchance were you to tell the air to swap existence with you
then you’d be invisible
and everyone would love you,

you don’t know how to disappear
you think it would be easier now
with half the world hating your

wide,
brown,
stare.

you have a familiar moon
inside your face
it is turning the shade of green
maybe do not speak to any of them
why be good to them
perchance were you to tell the night to swap existence with you

then you’d be invisible,
and everyone would love you.

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