the woman in mismatched sweats
stuffs
the
phone book
thru the door
( so slim now
it
will
stay
forever
in
its
plastic coat )
i recognise her from the mall
15
or
20
years
ago
we sold film tie-in plastic tat
and
flat-pack bedroom units
i remember her almost divorce
and
breast cancer scare
her hangovers and her tears
but
i
stay silent behind the front door
when i could have done anything
because
i cannot think of anything
for her
to
remember
about me
from justsomething.co phone boook portraits by alex querl
