At a busy traffic
jam,
our car comes to a crawling stop.
Seconds later,
a street child comes
in tattered clothes
and sun-kissed matted hair,
and, as usual, she begs.
Urchin, Get Away
my boyfriend screams
and rolls up
the car windows.
We get started.
On the way, I summon
enchanting powers
that a love affair gives me.
I lean close to him
and whisper:
(in a traffic signal voice)
Darling,
Stop.
Look Back.
Reach Out..
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