In the dark of night—
the front was red-lighted,
a fringe of tassled plastic flowers,
Bollywood star stickers.
They wore dirty brown shawls.
Covering their heads—
wrapped ‘round their shoulders.
One was little,
one was littler.
Short brown locks curling ‘round ears.
The tiny one breathed banana gum in my face—
poked me in the side again and again,
raising her hand to her mouth over and over.
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