Oh, sorry, I didn’t
Mean to eavesdrop. I was
Listening to your voice. You’re
Right, it’s rude to stare but
Then again we are none
Of us invisible,
Are we—at least those of
Us who are visible.
You remind me of a
Character in one of
My novels. Well, no, the
Heroine. It’s the way
You look. Why do you feel
Cancelled by that? It’s you.
Your beauty expresses
You. You despair for those
With less to show, is that
It? But you can’t not live.
Whether God made you this
Or you chose it we can’t
Know but don’t let it scare
You. No, I don’t think you
Should be thinner.
Why don’t we have dinner?