~for the Universal You~
I may as well be a ghost
as far as you bother—
every time I display myself
you turn the other way
this curse has lingered
from childhood – ignored
thru adulthood – scorned
into marriage – rejected
even now as I sling
inky tar against cotton
my stains never cross
the divide of your mind—
my oblivion complete
reduced to an aberration
even my haunts elude you
©April 2014, Lori Carlson