Franny Pack\’s Collection

You see her

but she doesn’t see you

her pale face, her white legs

but out of all the red socks

her whole skin

her concentration on the paper

being speechless

very still, very quiet

thoughtful

I come in, she created me

full of emptiness

full of nothingness

a ray of sun passes through

i disappear

she gives up

she puts the pen down.