For my next trick:
I’m going vanish.
I’m going to disappear
from the pages of every
magazine and newspaper.
as I fade away
before your very eyes
from every biography and documentary.
Blink, and you’ll miss it.
Not a trace of my existence
in any ad or commercial.
But wait! There’s more!
As part of my act
I can even go back in time
and erase myself from history.
It’s like I was never even there!
Isn’t it amazing?
This little trick of mine?
This vanishing act.
I’ve gotten so good at it over the years that
you think the talent comes naturally.
You think I’ve been doing this my whole life.
You think my mother taught me this trick,
and that her mother taught her.
it was you
who taught me
to fear my own reflection.
I saw the way you
and altered tradition.
I wanted to be just like
those pixelated women,
those hidden women.
The women you called holy.
So I covered, and concealed,
and buried myself
until I began to erase my own name
and blur my own face.
Until I perfected this vanishing act.
They think it is just a trick of the light.
Some sleight of hand
and a few cheap mirrors.
They think this vanishing act is simple.
But they don’t see the parts of me that are lost
each time I perform for their amusement.
I listen from backstage
as the audience applauds my disappearance.
Dasi Schneider is a writer and spoken word poet from NYC. Her writing focuses on the intersection between feminism and Jewish identity.
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