Saturday, May 15, 2010


she talks and talks to
and finds
echoes and counter echoes
as answers.

at 7 in the morning
she decides to stop this.
at the afternoon 2,
some strange thought string
holds her subtly.

at 5 pm,
she decides
to let it go, again.
but at 7,
an infinite loop
of what-could-have-beens
afloat in aAnxiety cloud above her head
as she walks
looking for
potatoes and cooking oil
on the streets.

1 comment:

Sobi said...

nothing different