Chameleon

I blinked and
disappeared into a
whitewashed wall.

without the colour of my
green eyes I was
invisible

to you.
and everyone else.

as a chameleon
I melded with my surroundings:
an uncomfortable couch, and
my skin turning leathery brown.

I crawled along the floor
changing my shades
from blue to red and back again
to something close to peach.

you didn't notice.

and I welcomed the foot that
calmly and unknowingly
mistook me for the floor.



Published inThe Pulp, 2003(c) Kate Finneran 2003





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