Anna picks up a flower from the street that was dropped by Mercedes.
Natalie looking through the window at the rain, waiting for something to happen.
A boy expecting his mother to appear at the door of the detention room.
A girl in a red coat on a frosty morning, running the the forest.
Natalie in a dress with a blunt knife in her hand.
Men shouting loudly in a bar about football while a woman sits quietly in the corner reading Lorca
Falling into bed after a long night, only then did she remember that she was married.
It's been a long time.
The things i have done since December 09 i could write on the back of your hand, or over every page of every book you own
(depending on the detail)
If i am an idea then i pull against gravity
I travel on the trains that takes me furthest away
I moved house
The walls shook
I grew my hair out
I stopped eating fish
I got a job and lost it
I can't stop moving.