PICTURE:

 

The girl with the Japanese hair is a Movie. The papers scattered 

on the floor, the morning news with a picture of you naked looking

lost into the camera. A picture of you jumping on the back page, 

punching the air in celebration. A picture of you pointing, 

grinning, selling something I can’t live without. A picture of you 

sitting, staring off into the distance, abandoned on a train, riding 

with the , sliding with the girl with the Japanese hair who cuts the 

knees of her black jeans to fit the picture. Close your eyes now, 

see the picture, the wait is over, here it comes.

 

(K)