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I watch the men
with fat faces
deprecate one another
while the women slosh
around with sunken
hips and saddened
eyes, laughing


congenital beings,
discursive colloquies
sometimes I get soft
AND:

outwardly, I am eager
for their conversation
for their adulation
BUT:

still I walk by
unnoticed
while the women with
sunken hips and saddened eyes
laugh


“Tomorrow will be different”
I say to myself