The head turns - the space burrowed
Black eyes - wedged in the eye corner
Across the bridge of annoyed connection
meets the critical look of intrusion
A white blouse - a cream bag
A tied headscarf - an aura of self
The assumption skims - but locked away
Against the duck egg blue wall
The latte stirred with closed clinks
Above the froth - the jaw moves
A habit - food - past events chewed
Her privacy is her own battle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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