Day In
Johanna M. Geiger
Still black – like walking around with my eyes pinched shut
snapshot to: cardboard coffee, myself slipping through each day like a ghost
at the end missing something, but unable to rewind the clock and fix what was lost.
Awkwardness abounds and I am lucky to be left with this perfect partner
amazed some days that we were able to shed our solitude long enough to exchange
email addresses.
Via print we made this.
