Zen

She hid a lot of herself from the world through
baggy clothes and thick-rimmed glasses.

You will never see her walk without a paperback

of George Orwell in her hands, covering three-

fourths of her face even when she crosses the

street

        —someone asked how she saw where she was

            walking "pure talent" she said.

She used her sense of humour as a crutch,

especially when he's around. She lets him ask

her questions

        — but not about her. Never about her—

until her alarm rings and she realises she has

forgotten to sleep.