Six Flags

I stood at the screened-in entry when
my uncle drove up. He wandered past me
as if I was invisible, disregarding my presence,
with an invitation for my cousin to accompany him
to Six Flags. I overheard him, and stared at him like,
what about me? He glanced my way and replied nothing.
I didn’t exist another day.

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