she looked here and there, beneath park benches, atop kitchen units, in the misshapen clouds above, the random dirt underneath her shoes.

she looked here and there, traversing highways, combing alleyways, scars camouflaged by cheap makeup, in rest rooms, in swirls of her ice-cream.

and when they asked her what she was constantly searching for, she told them all, in almost a whisper:

my dignity