Invisible Women

Women & Names 2

The woman down the hall does not have a name. And why should she? Sometimes when we call her Clinger. Other days: Leech. She’s got this scar that runs along the side of her nose, from the ridge all the way to the crease of her smile, when she smiles, which she doesn’t, because even a smile doesn’t make her pretty. She’s ugly and she knows and we know and no one says a thing to her, not because she’s hideous. Because she’s an annoyance to our whole corporeal.