He thinks he recognises her
the smile slips out before he realises
this stranger, fleshed with her features, has borrowed
her body and sits in challenge
there, across his bacon and eggs
her breath between them
lips moving cheerfully, over his coffee
eyes alight (a smart trick, that)
this routine relies
all normality depends – on his not revealing
he know the truth: the truth he knows
he will not betray
the smile freezes; she returns it
patient
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Australian-born, with English mother, has lived in several Australian cities and in London. Travelled widely. Way way back when, published widely as a poet and short story writer. For the first 20 years of my working life I worked as an entertainment journalist, publicist, PR consultant and in advertising and media agencies. In the second 20 years, I worked in marketing roles at non-profit organisations then retrained as a teacher, primarily teaching English to non-English speaking, newly-arrived refugees. Also did miserable McJobs, and a long, happy stint at an art gallery.
