A photo and A Poem

she was shaking off the cake's crumbs in front of your nose, as with dew does a rose, did she mean her importance? did she mean my age? did she mean I was nothing? a transparent creation of the evolution? she was rude- she doesn't know any better, but, if she does, she might have been very hungry: her bile needed some sugar to sweeten the sour she is generating.

- Ivan Petryshyn

girl at a table covered in crumbs
girl at a table covered in crumbs