she sits
the girl in the café
one leg folded
under her
the other straight out
she is slightly hunched
over the book
in her delicate hands
as if guarding the words
from escaping
before she has absorbed
their significance
her dark eyes
fixed on the pages
of the book
her missal
the words a prayer
for her salvation
the power of words
like glass
shattered
tiny pieces
scattered
across the floor
words
breaking promises
in the night