possibility

I remember getting ready for school in the bathroom at home

using only the light in the shower to create a dimly lit dressing area

avoiding my reflection in the large mirror over the sink

seeing just enough to brush my hair button my shirt

one day in sixth grade I went to school with two different color knee socks

one blue and one black

I remember the painful clarity of the mismatch in the bright morning bus ride

too late to change it
walk slow look down be quiet
no one will see no one will notice

today i can see myself more clearly
i spend hours investigating every inch of me
and then i leave the bathroom and unfocus my eyes
become that invisible middle schooler again

dress in my dark closet

ignore the details of my self

no one will see me no one will notice

maybe it's not too late to change it