Shisha

Souk The soldiers are afraidof the camera. Are you shooting the souk?The photographer says No no, just her.I say Just me, just me.My black dress, a little above the knee, helps.A girl learns to spectacle enough.The soldier nods, lowers his head.The crew remind me to say Not from here, to say Half-half,to speak English, mostly.Everyone is alwaysContinue reading “Shisha”