she is

left handed,
puts nutella on the wrong side of her bread.
she's anti-establishment
and anti-slavery
and anti-bacterial.
a foreigner wherever she goes.
a perfect, shiny soap bubble
escaped from the bath of a petulent toddler.
trapped under a smeared container,
in a country where the language
is slowly becoming unintelligible.
the subject of a thousand love songs,
sleeping alone.
winning the world twice over,
describing herself as "utterly unremarkable".
holding tight a large square mirror,
clenching quickly her tiny fists
to make sure she is still alive.