(byte on) KATIA



Katia run into us, literally.

Sweeping and listening to music, she crushed into VP’s car door.

I asked her about the painting on the wall.

She didn’t know

“I don’t like poetry” she said.

She was not from town and used a very

peculliar expression morder na gente

=> “byte on people”… she was talking

about gossip.

I asked her and I took A picture; not THE one; I GET absorb thinking  😦

Email? “don’t have any”, so I promised to give her a copy of the photo.

Now I am always carrying a poem in my bag;

because, to me, Katia is a poem.

May for all be poetry made it can be read on the wall, I say



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