Natalie sat for me for two hours on a cold day in a drafty corner.
The poem reads:
‘promises she speaks of
and waits for someone to understand
writing words on pictures
taking pictures of words
that were once sewn together but not now
a smile is natural, uncapturable
patient in the window
waiting
sewn together
promises and rainbows may remain unbroken
in black and brown with red and grey’
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