Of letting creatures who think they control her
Know she is always there
And how ephemeral their efforts really are
“This one is very, very yellow!”
She winced a little as the plea in his voice tainted the photograph of the very, very chiseled man on her Tinder app. She gave the image a flick to the right, thinking, I’ll come back for you later….
“I’m not sure you’re supposed to look at any one thing,” he replied.
The privilege of this state of being
Never occurred to him
Nor the poverty
Which had elevated him