Hello again Autumn. I thought it was you.When I opened the windows like I always doThe curtains went wild, dancing into the room.Arms sprouting goosebumps, I […]
She's like chartreuse in all that she does —
they know her name,
they know her function.
But no one knows who she is,
and no one cares that she is a person.
We're told to hide away,
don't discuss,
never show,
never acknowledge.
Except alone,
in hidden corridors,
secret passageways
where only "our kind" might tread.
That had created a reservoir of memories. A few of those moments were caught on camera. But the drumming on the back, head and shoulders cannot be shared.