people sleep on the streets, he said. “It’s not very hygienic.”
maybe if the dirt or steps, broken marble or broken concrete
or whole brick
was scrubbed with bleach
and her hair was cleaned, and she smelled like mangoes and jasmine
and her clothes wrapped more neatly around the thin of her waist
maybe
if the dirt was swept vigorously away (always so gentle, our attempts to sweep you away)
our attentions would drift from bones and flesh and
the hair matted neatly to the side of your face--
and we would realize there is more broken here.
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