Like it’s Something She Does When She’s Bored

I walk down the narrow bus terminal, a tunnel through the smoke of the city, as vendors’ yellow light bulbs struggle against the enveloping darkness. A beggar shifts in his rags. Then a man and a woman walk toward me, and suddenly, the woman lifts the man’s hand and kisses it like it’s nothing. Like it’s something she does when she’s bored.

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