2 apr, Saint Espresso

Flat White


Ever feel like you are see-through?

Like all your dreams and mistakes

are on display,

ready to be operated on

by the bystanders who need to live vicariously.

Ever feel like a ghost who

lost its sheet on this rainy London street

famous for housing another ghost

of a brilliant detective

who actually never walked on this street at all.

You'd like for him to be true, though.

To hire him to look for your sheet

and for any remaining bit of privacy

you might have.



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