I am invisible to night
Only certain shy women see me
All my hideous days of visibility
I longed for their smiles
Now they lean out of their shabby
plans-for-the-evening
so we may salute one another
Sisters of mine
of my own shattered people
going after third-choice lovers
they smile at me to indicatethat we can never meet
as long as we permit
this order of things to persist
in which we are the wretched ones
L Cohen - The Energy of Slaves
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