Whatsername,
after this, i do hope you tell me,
i still do not know.
~
She is a w r a i t h;
her collarbones
are evident
against her
pallid skin;
just as the
gentle sea
breeze that
is sending a
slate-coloured
s i l h o u e t t e
up the s t e e p
slopes to skinny
skeletons of trees.
the minute past,
she is t h e r e;
and the minute next,
gone in d e s p a i r.
{ where has she gone? }
