Finding Small Infinities

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Finding Small Infinities
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Consumers

I stand under the glaring summer sun and feel my lungs dry and my head melt

Selling juice boxes to passers-by in silver-sequinned skirts

They have air-conditioned houses to go back to

My bright smile strains my cheeks and grinds my teeth

My honey-sweet voice is cloying to my ears

Their smiles glare white-hot down over me

I long for the rain

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