Portraits. Svetle in the Eyes of the World

In the eyes of the world she is a card.
One of those greeting ones.
The kind that light up when you open them.
The kind that sing a song.
And her life is lovely and at least looks easy.
And her children gladden her toward evening.
And her friends on Sundays.
And her husband once a year
on the anniversary…
(No, he doesn’t forget it.)

And in the eyes of the world it is unseemly
that Svetle doesn’t want to go home tonight.