La Ragazza

LA RAGAZZA Emily D’Antonio

She sat in her room A light faintly glowing Just enough to illuminate The blank surface in front of her

Her eyes peered out the window The world streaming past her Cars down the street The ants on the pavement

Her paintbrush makes contact Habitually moving Illustrating the scenes Of the lives she sees

The man on the bench with a phone by his ear The woman on the corner with her hand in the air The children in the park within the motion of swings The pigeons on the sidewalk with their ruffled wings

The outside world was a place well known Shown through drawings precariously strewn Depicting the stories of past lives lived Interpreted through her warped window

She knows their routines 7:00 the man in the black suit hails the cab 10:00 the greyed lady and pug cross the street 12:00 the mother and child enter the park

She designs stories in her head The best of her ability portraying The lives of the people below Whom she pretends to know

She is constantly watching time pass by In her chair trapped in a daze Not missing a moment Every second captured

She knows everyone Yet is known to none Never leaving Only revealed by the paint on the floor The stories she creates From vacant memories Painting a life she longs to live Instead of the one she does