Profile Piece
In the film even you have a tidy hairline. An interviewer could skip along it, selecting driftwood and precious stones that only peck at the skin when thrown across deep water.
Both the watcher and the watched bent by the tools of observation. ‘All this technology is beyond me.’ You look to the sky line: ‘beyond me’. It comes into being after you’re done.
If the camera was a deity it would be worshipped through mirrors. If it liked you it would never tell, and when beauty bites your rival’s shoulder it’s because of her, not the teeth.
Jessica Johannesson Gaitán grew up in Sweden and Colombia and currently lives in Edinburgh. Her poems and stories have appeared in Gutter and The Stinging Fly among other publications. She writes about translations at therookeryinthebookery.org