Poetry Train: Can I See you in the Kitchen?

Someone says, “Can I see you in the kitchen?”

And I answer,
“Yes, the light
coming in through
the small window
makes it possible
for you to see me.

Well, on the outside
of me, anyway:
my jeans
with the worn-out knees
from scrubbing
the kitchen floor,
the oversized fleece
that is so comfy,
my hair
pulled up
with a clip.

But, even a huge
picture window
won’t let you see
what’s inside
and I know you
don’t like to read.

If you’d said, ‘Can I
see you in your poems?’
then you’d know
who I really am.

So, sure, I’ll stand
in the kitchen
with the light
showering
all over me
but I’ll still be
invisible to you.”