She answers her mobile, and slips in and out
of visibility.
Giovanna schedules a meeting for lunch,
her voice full of numbers,
of times, addresses, sizes, prices, dates.
The street around her
vanishes. Which is why I’m sure
she didn’t see me driving
past her. Not because she doesn’t love me.
I should call her later.
You painted a great picture of her narrow world.
ReplyDeleteDoes Sartorialist know you're doing these every day?
ReplyDeleteshe's so intensely gorgeous.
ReplyDeletethis is spot on!