Woman with Shadows
She talked incessantly
But little was said
Nora, I abided her
The feel of the room
Was stuffy, calcitrant
Heavy hors d’oeuvres
Served to a class of
Women who watched
Their waist like their
Superfluous bank accounts
I found myself anxious
At the chatter and stifling
Pretense
Why was I invited?
I wasn’t society
I was a cabin passenger
I was treated lukewarm
I snatched my purse
Without warning
And acknowledge no one
Taking an exit my head
Held high as if filled
With helium
I was more than a
Shadow of a woman
I was a woman with shadows