invisibility cloaks & where to find them 1. sleepover-wrapped ourselves in green comforters-- closed eyes & fumbled in nightlight fire-- i'm not sure why we'd shut our eyes but it seemed to enhance the idea that we had found invisibility-- & when i'd open mine i watched you-- arms stretched out-- feeling for the legs of my bunk bed-- 2. what we move when we think we're alone with our body-- 2. alone in my room i ran my hand along the carpet in search of the back of an earring & discovered an unsee-able texture 3. closed my eyes & pulled the clothe like a plastic bag over my head 3. the mirrors in the house fogged over & i re-arranged my brother's quarter collection-- stealing the ones from Georgia to devour the big juicy silver peach 4. when was the first time you found an invisibility cloak? 4. was it underneath a greening heads-up penny? did you keep it in your pencil case? 5. did you stay up past your bedtime to see what adults watch on tv at night? 5. dark screen & my mother's shiny pink knitting needles clicking like finger nails on the windows 6. recess under the oak tree the boys played football with the round rubber playground ball & the girls hung upside down on the jungle gym-- 6. i crouched--knees in dirt unfurled the cloak-- pulled over my shoulders a stick to dig in the earth-- wrote my name to remind myself that there was a body left somewhere for me even 7. i began to use it more frequently without intention kept it folded in the top of my desk 7. during silent reading time i'd slip it one & pace the single yellow-tile hallway outside class examining teachers open their packed lunches lowfat yogurts & lean cuisines-- smell of coffee grains from the grey trash bin-- 8. i'd go to the bathroom remove the cloak to stand in the mirror-- trace the lines of my training bra beneath my shirt-- re-dress-- eyeing myself as i became comfortable & blank 8. i thought of my uncle's grey artist's erasers-- the ones you can mold into different shapes-- i rubbed them on my skin till it turned red 8. ambled invisibly into the boys-- the urinals like space pods the soap was sterile & pink like ours i washed my hands-- 9. my younger brother noticed the disappearing one afternoon asked if he could try i didn't want him to feel snared like i did kept it in my pillowcase & we balanced on the railroad tracks that dusk-- he asked if the trains ever come through kutztown anymore 10. growing up is probably best done without invisibility 10. i've made up memories to fill in the gaps drawn in crayon & ball point pen on the roots of the oak tree 10. next time you sleepover you will tell me that you wear wire bras i took mine off in your bathroom mirror time lapsed & the sun dipped & rose-- dipped & rose like a round corn chip in fresh salsa cilantro also smells like strong rain 11. in 7th grade we dissected starfish & afterwards i lost control slipped into the cloak-- i was thinking of how the mouth of the star fish is at the center-- all debris moving inward-- i ended up in the dark of the kiln room-- i think the art teacher knew i hide there the beaded door rustled as she flicked off the light & headed home 12. let me show you how to be unobserved 13. close your eyes & wait for the sensation of clothe over your face-- the embalming fluid will taste like cilantro or rain 14. in the 10th grade my mother caught me late at night disappearing i was supposed to have been better we cried on the carpet of my bed room in the shadow of my bunk bed's skinny thighs-- used each other like microphones-- i don't remember what she said to me 15. it is best done with a friend-- do you trust me? 16. trust has the texture of brown paper napkins like ones in public bathrooms or Chick-fil-a 17. there are so many invisibilities here on the floor of this bedroom-- 17. wrap yourself in a comforter what would you do if your skin was invisible? 17. all that blood salsa red as the tumbling sun 18. empty the mirrors 19. don't let them know 20. get older 21. trace the railroad tracks under your shirt 21. call your brother but don't let him know you have skin