Bone-deep cold, inside and outside, standing at the window, smoke rising from the glass towers, South of the River backdrop, a big camera lens, a song on repeat, goosebumps and no giggles, look straight into the lens, thinking about the words dissolved the urge to giggle, one take- a few of them- shadows falling where they fall, the drop would be lethal if they fell from the wall where they sat in the night and I stood in the light and this is what they made and I look at it and wonder- who is she?
