This is the second installment of my poem in several parts, “Invisiphilia: An Epic.” For an introduction to the piece, please read Part One.
Invisiphilia: An Epic
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PART TWO: INFANCY
They never told the neighbors that
they cut your milk in half;
drawn colored dots up on the wall—
your hunger on a graph.
And when you screamed your emptiness
they shrugged and found the scale—
nope, still too heavy; so they placed
you in your crib to wail.