Woman with Shadows

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