invisible

you
make me feel
like ann hathaway
in princess diaries
but not the pretty princess
dressed in pale blue
spinning around the
gold christened room
no.
but the girl with frizzy dark hair
legs sprawled
blending with the sad walls
eyes pasted on the cement ground.
she is silent.

She who sat on a bench alone,
and you sat on her and yelled
OH MY!
then walked away briskly
in disbelief that you accidentally sat on a person-
that unsightly creature
whom you did not notice.
yes,
i was to you as a cement bench-
you took a bend
and ran!