Watuba, Mississippi
gas station in Watuba, MS,
where 30 years ago
I would have been Emmitt Tilled
for even looking her - my black
2XL shirt protecting the stretchmarks
on her lovehandles - or throwing a smile her way.
She walks ahead into the cookie-cutter Subway,
where a hispanic boy is hiding + seeking his baby sis
under tables + chairs, while I smoke our last Malboro
and count cars fly by on I-95.
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