Returning from the nightclub
I pass
Baby selling cigarette
half smoked, discarded

wide eyes hungry
meet mine
in locked trance of pain

much smaller than the other kids,
who are also so small
pants held by twine
burnt feet immune to scorched pavement,
broken glass

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