The Way A Stranger Would

By: Mayrim Vega

Don’t spare me a glance.

Let my face and shape blur in the crowd.

Allow the memories to fade like the tattoos on your skin.

My name to be a figment of imagination.

Bury me in a casket with sunflowers that lay on my colorless body. Don’t

visit my grave.

Walk past me, the way a stranger would.

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Mayrim Vega is a latina woman, who currently studies at Portland Community College. She writes poetry in English and Spanish. She also enjoys writing short stories.