now?

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When the moon comes up,

a foreign worker comes to mind—

 

drunk,

in broad daylight,

a bottle of alcohol in his hand.

 

Beaten,

lethargic,

his face hollow with weariness.

 

Scruffy,

he fades away.

 

The image lingers on my retina,

dimming as he passes,

as if I could not even offer him a cover.

 

And so,

when the moon rises,

a certain foreign man returns to my thoughts.

🦎

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