Women sit outside homes like potted plants here
with worn knees (so cross!) and fluffed wool for dyeing.
We visit them as we eat guinea pig and throw
the taste out of the taxi window. You’d be surprised
how the skewers turn to charcoal in our mouths.
I left my camera behind at the rocky overlook;
We didn’t give a tip for the extra picture.
Written by Effi-Anna Holston
Reflections 