Written by Zara Noor
Illustrated by Laura Liu
This city is unkind to wanderers. I watch
boys watch girls on the train. Gazes
felled in the swift close of a door. I watch
myself watching their reflection.
Tonight, I live my world through glances.
I can fold myself motionless. Slip past
unseen as a stowaway. Hitch-hiking,
to be carried far from here by strangers. This is
the lightest I will ever be. I drink it in
from a slow cup. They will not remember me here.
I am
so still I could be anyone.
Buried, as static bodies are.
