I am an
invisible
man though
you might
see my
shadow and
mistake it
for a
monstrous
misshapen
beast
or a cherry
blossom tree
in full bloom
or you might
hear a voice
the town crier
echoing
in your narrow
hallway then you
close your bed-
room door and
draw the heavy
curtains but
mostly there
is a space
an absense
filled in with
counterfeit
thoughts
manufactured
memories
your hi-res
home movies