The invisible man, it turns out, had a
daughter,
Equally ethereal.
He wants to know, have I bumped into her lately?
You bet, I says to him.
She's the one wearing me out
With her vanishing acts,
Her I'll-be-damned reappearances.
An apparition I'll cross the street
for
Against the traffic,
The buses and honking cabs about to
Leave me legless, or worse.
Even so, day and night
I'm roaming the city, hearing the tap
Of her spiked heels at midnight.
Tell me, he says to that,
Is she still Daddy's little girl?
And how, I assure him, especially
When she's nothing but a figment
Wearing black lace panties,
Fluffing the fat pillows
And teasing the covers off our bed.
Charles Simic,
Jackstraws
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