a certain memory captures the moment.
with fine strokes, she sketches in with a pencil stub.
graphite can be erased unlike embedded thoughts.
circling around where there is no end and no beginning.
windy weather does nothing.
not even make her shiver.
words within her mind are stumbling over each other
falling like a pool of debris.
she watches the soil beneath her bare feet,
clutching a tiny unknown weed between her toes.
phone rings. she barely moves.
‘no one knows her here’