The Trick To Invisibility Finally Revealed

Feeling disjointed--disconnected--a steel wall's been erected, inhaling air in my lungs, words roll off my tongue--I can see their lips moving-- voices disapproving, trying to comprehend amid confusion without end-- act normal--just pretend everything's alright, haven't lost my will to fight, gotta' stay employed as long as I can, yeah, I'm working for the man, but brain surgery ain't free--it's a matter of degree-- how long I'll be out--more than 3 months, no doubt, in false sympathy they nod, then take away my job, TERMINATED-UNDER-RATED-DEVASTATED-BERATED-OUT-DATED and soon UNINSURED, symptoms unheard, class of citizen: THIRD. Wanna' be invisible? I'll tell you the trick: lose your job 'cause you got sick. ©Danielle White