she's invisible now

takes a step back

from the vacant chair

looking in the mirror

while she's combing her hair

wipes the dust from a cup

while she's cleaning up

wonders very slightly

what she's doing there

a simple reflection

can be too revealing

years are for counting

years are for stealing

she's a mathematician

calculator

counting daily

counting forever. cold clean glass and a razor blade

fly on the table and a passing car

closes the curtain to keep in the shade

closes her head and now she's counting down

dust is collecting

but she doesn't notice

counting for ever

she's a calculator

no-one can see her

she's invisible now

no-one can see her

and the dust is collecting