She likes it that way
The town on the oppo­site shore
She goes there because of her own project:

Every day at five, I will go to that town

Two red cir­cles on the cheeks
Two big eyes
Watery and unavoidable:
From time to time he would be scared from that unavoid­able look
(you can t lose me, I am here even if you ignore me, you can never
lose me
Because I don t want that
Because I have decid­ed you not to lose me ever)
One hap­py girl bal­anc­ing on a con­crete wall- that could almost be
my own memory
You will yet to become in the past
In a waver­ing, water sculpture
Of auto- fiction
A high­way through the danc­ing sand
The gran­u­lar pho­to­graph­ic content
The warm lips and
The cold lips
Pain­less­ly crushed
On the edge of   two-dimensionality
(There was a wood, and the leaves swal­lowed the town. We entered  last into the cin­e­ma hall.
The screen was flick­er­ing  like a fridge
at night
or when there is no light)
She believes her headache – tomor­row will snow, on the screen
(they are run­ning towards the dot­ted light, hold­ing hands. They have lost them­selves in a city-park.
They have lost stupidly.
She looks like a girl who works in a factory.
She does not work in a factory. 
She doesn’t  work anywhere)
 

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