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from Creation Myth [#5]
As I walk I feel my invisibility --
Canine whirls stumble clean shoes
and humans cleanly over pile forcefields --
I stumble on in, sucking them upwards
through veins to my brain and beyond --
Excreted from my pores, pigmented out.
You avoid me, generational distrust
scans me out, larger-than-dog-pile
trickier in my perambulation, not impossible.
I leave no trail, no odour, no mark
on the imagination. I am perfectly aware
as I soil your public toilet, leaving
flakes of skin in the bowl, shit on the rim --
publicly speaking, I am you silent chagrin.
- Simon Huggins, 11th July 2002