Invisible Women

Women & Desire 3

The woman down the hall is never home, and when she is, she pounds the wooden floors with her hammer shoes, galloping here and there in constant battle with some voice in her Bluetooth. We wish it didn’t sound like a carpenter’s shop up there when she is home, but we respect the reserved anger in her voice, the steady metronomic clop of her step.

She is the woman that all women want to be. She is what they desire. She is strong and powerful. She is rich.

She is lonely.

Rather than sleep, she computes this or that argument until it rests itself resolved, but once this or that mess has been untangled, the woman down the hall finds some other flaw and starts pacing anew.