With her new magic, she makes you
invisible.
With her new magic, she makes you
invisible.
The women with black eyes
do not see you, in your bare
sleeves, your tired, unmarked face.
The women with black eyes
can say doorknob. Can say staircase
and fell down.
She doesn’t give you black eyes, and
the doctors do not see her, not in your
long hair, your good earrings, in your quiet
descriptions of pain. They would say
boyfriend. They would see husband. She
does not give you black eyes,
she is not your husband, and you do not
say anything.
