Honey Poem by Mariana Brito

She dropped the picture
A stranger ran after her
in order to return it
She refused to take it
But, miss, you dropped this
I couldn't have,
Since it's not mine
She didn't want anyone
Let alone a stranger
To suspect any connection
Between her and the picture
It was as though she had dropped
A tissue
full of blood
Because she was the one in the picture
and nothing belongs to us like our blood
Thats why when one pricks their finger
They take it to their mouth right away
The stranger noticed this

It's your portrait
It could be someone that really looks like me
But it isn't me
Out of politeness
The stranger didn't insist
And since he knew beggars
Couldn't afford taking photographs
He gave it to one
And he called it honey