The Cola Girl

i met the cola girl in a cafe in Kasol

she had a long nose, stooping shoulders, a pair of boots,

and most of all, a hurried voice

every single time she flicked her hair in consternation

or batted her eyelids in boredom

she made me uncomfortable

so I sat in the Isaarli cafe and sipped my chai in quiet

while the chirpier fellows made conversation

tired from the bus ride, i chose to stare at the cola girl

that twitch at the periphery of her left eye

everytime someone said a name

obsessively scratching her nose

the shake of her hands

the sneaking vulnerability in her voice.

strange squinting creature this cola girl.

 

 

 

 

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