I see in my mind sepia photographs of women in coffee shops

I see in my mind, sepia photographs of women in coffee shops. One is sitting by the window, hand in hair, palm on cheek, looking out the window. One is sitting with a book, not reading. One is sitting with her coffee, waiting. Waiting waiting waiting. And then I see Eiffel tower in black andContinue reading “I see in my mind sepia photographs of women in coffee shops”

To the woman I don’t know

I wish I knew her as well as I know her in photos. We look very close in all our pictures together, the kind of closeness that is brought together by a hundred unspoken arguments, two pauses and a dot of red silence – the red round on her forehead. These silences are in theContinue reading “To the woman I don’t know”