[She] pads on grassy banks behind a fence,
with measured paces slow and tense.
Beyond [her] cage, [her] thoughts are sharp and white;
[she] lives a compelled anchorite.
A solid ghost gone blind with all the green
[she] waits and waits to be unseen.
Dress: Rodarte for Target
Hat: American Apparel
Jewelery: a medley of my mother's
Text: Paul Strong
Pictures: Diana Sadat