These words are directed to the people who pass by
For all of you who don’t see me or my” kind”.
For all that effort devoted to talking around me, for ‘me’
Not speaking to me, not trying to hear me
Committed to awkwardly skirting the ever changing lines between holy and hate
Dedicated to avoiding any expenditure of spiritual currency.
Consumed by your own shadows and fears
you have placed me, and my kind into those spaces once reserved for your god.
Say amen to your Fear.
Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. JC prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers… a lot. Her column now appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.