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Notice
Notice me.
I am the girl you trip over in the subway, the one you mumble an apology to before rushing on to your boring office job, wondering how you’re going to get your boss’s half-fat double chocolate frappucino with extra foam on their desk in time when it takes the barista at the closest Starbucks at least 7 minutes to make it and it’s 7:46 and it’s a 15 minute walk and you’re supposed to arrive by 8.
Notice me.
I am every high school lunchlady, every street sweeper in a Day-Glo orange safety jacket, I am every waitress whose name you promptly forgot.
See me.
I am nameless and faceless, but I hold your life between my fingers.
Watch this.
I am the paramedic who restarts your heart when you’re 18 and you overdose on party drugs and cheap booze.
I am the same paramedic fifteen years later who injects pure adrenaline into your heart with an eighteen gauge needle when you overdose on cocaine.
Are you paying attention yet?
You will never know my name but my hand is wrapped around the threads of your fate and my only pleasure is in playing cat’s cradle.
Look at me.
I can change my face, my name, my voice, my smile and my biorhythms at will.
You will never know me except if I want you to.
Mine is a lonely loveless existence. I can stop your heart or save your life, but I will never stick around past the miracle or the flatline.
Do you remember me now?
You may see me dozens of times in your life, or perhaps only once. It’s really up to you. It’s about the only thing that is. Everyone bumps into me, if only at the end.
It’s up to you to remember.
Today I saw a girl wash her hands fourteen times
In the porcelain sink of a high school bathroom
Staring at herself in distorted glass
Streams of water coursing over perfectly clean skin
She didn't look at me for three minutes, forty two seconds
Then she stared
I had nothing to say to this girl
I don't know her
A fish in a sea of thousands
But I wanted to know
What inside her made her feel so dirty
That she thought industrial soap and ice-cold water
Would help wash it away