I watch her
watching me
with her
pencil.
Her pencil
sees me
as lines... a series of...
shadings & cross-hatchings
it represents
me in 2-D.
The real life
3-D me
laughing at
how well
her pencil
sees me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...and then she sticks her pencil in her hair and with a tricky gesture puts up whole hair in a bun...