identity
Identity is an obligation.
But she doesn't talk much.
She stares sternly
from that photo
I've put as my desktop background.
People confuse her for a
slim girl with thick black hair
wielding a maroon towel
on the beach, summer break,
who's gonna be an actuary.
What can I know from a
black-and-white photograph?
She folds the towel,
the summer folds up.
She moves to a new city.
Only this stays the same,
"today is all we have".
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