her ears are the same colour as her tongue
the sunlight passes through wind-blown strands of hair
that she tucks behind her ears, but it only makes her ears redder
because she knows you see her
her lips are flushed red
from the chilled cold aluminum
of the redbull in her hand;
her eyes are red from crying; her nose.
she sniffs and pushes up her glasses.
another face in the mirror for her to say good morning to













