She wobbled toward me
The woman with a cigarette
Trapped between crackled lips
She was quivering
Like a small furless dog
And her breath was raspy
Because the man
Came back for his laundry
“You can’t miss him” she
croaked
“His head bends funny”
So now I sit quietly and wait
For the man with a bent head
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