By Jon Bonfiglio, Gibraltar (Published in Issue 2)
Banksy: Hope Girl Bankside
A table away, exactly in line
with a preferred view. Unusually,
she faced inwards, opposing the lure
of what might have been the sea.
As though she had been there and back,
decided it was no great shakes.
There was, however, no ocean to speak of
over her shoulder; was replaced instead
with a disconsolate pair of midweek singers
and a begging lady who would organise
her approach in slightly wayward inches
but who nevertheless managed to bear
down on you with the unremitting insistence
of a final demand. The girl
at breakfast, for her part, simply by virtue
of where she wasn’t looking marked herself
out as different. Not least because she was
the only person in view who gave up her eyes,
wasn’t at least the partial back of a head;
and so that smile became its own vanishing
point, like the architect’s doodle which conceals
a clear as yet unthought, through line.