Ripples

She stared at her legs as reflected in the store’s merciless mirror. “Rippled,” she murmured, “they’re rippled.” When had that happened? She thought back to the weekend, when they’d gone to look at cars. He’d shaken his head, eyed the salesman as if he were deaf, dumb, or both. “Don’t you understand? I need something […]

subject | object

I. There is a photo. Once she held it close. In it, an arch, A cat, (a French one, If it matters), And the girl herself, Wearing a wary smile, And a white headband. Indeed she is young. (If it matters.) II. There was a boy Who took the photo. He fancies himself Un artiste. […]