Invisible Women

Thin Women 1

The woman down the hall is a piece of silk. Rather than walk, she flutters in variable patterns. When there is wind, her bones become fluid and she stretches. Often, when we seek her most, she is difficult to see. We look for slight shifts in sunlight and shadow, and there, right there, we catch the arc of her back, and then, just like that, she has sifted away again.