Sometimes

A friend and member of my chosen family shared that he is invisible

Stating, the clothes he wears do not display what he likes

I go to his house often to play music

I will dress for going out as it will be evening

He has never made me uncomfortable but has let me know I am doing well

Maybe when we don’t do things our invisibility is, at least, comfortably present

I buy clothes that I feel make me desirable and in this way I fit into boxes that I have packaged primarily for myself

But they end up being mailed to other’s porches where it isn’t clear who’s looking for the mail

I keep genuine curiosity in my pockets though

They are in such small containers that it is difficult to know how many total you have put in your mouth unless you’re looking in the trash

This is kinda for the same reason that you’re not supposed to purchase yourself a tarot deck

But I did this because I cried and message my ex when I couldn’t find the cards she gave me

She said, she would not wish for the gift to leave me in a time of distress

I felt like an allergy, making things possible by not being there

I tend to say things because my stomach feels gutted a lot

Since it’s spilt open, there’s enough to witness in the same way that things we like stick around when we move on