Thursday. She comes because appointments have a fare. I look away when I should. Dignity is a direction of eyes. Susan hates that her cousin and her politics now share a bag. I do not fix that for her. I swap a tin. Dignity is a direction of eyes. We pull the shutter down. Leftover bread. No banner. If a singer turns up I will give them a bag and not a microphone. Dignity is a direction of eyes. This opens. That is the whole truth I tell.
