Anonymity
He sat in the backs of buses
Lingered in the corners of coffeehouses
And when he went to a movie or concert
Chose a place in the very last row
He did not know why he did this
He just felt more comfortable in the margins
As if the spaces between light and shadow
Were reserved especially for him
But he noticed that as he grew older
He seemed to become more transparent
To blend in like a chameleon
Till he was barely visible at all
And somehow he knew when he died
He would enter neither Heaven nor Hell
But a room that was lined with mirrors
To forever be alone with himself
Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.
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