Before, round man, uncle-aged, linen suit,
foreignly sweats playing a game with stick
of a girl, offerings, smell of passion fruit,
of banana, papaya hanging thick
in the air, tenor laugh, handkerchief out
to mop brow, warm glass of tonic water
bloatedly bubbling, teaches her how
to pray, straw mat, hands clasped in hope. After,
thin girl, blossoming, tries to smile, to crack
the dead man’s sperm still sticky on her lips.


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