esra sarioglu
on new year’s day
tired supermarket cashiers
the long check-out line
a lump of sore truth
pushes at my heart
a clerk
older than my grandfather
eagerly helps
demanding customers
~ grace outshines rudeness
late at night
I watch the world
from a bus window
till I see my reflection
in the same window
A girl holds her morning coffee
facing kitchen windows tinted by the cool sun.
And she feels content, but I feel surprised
When I suddenly realize
that the girl is me, not an image from a movie
