

Marlboro and Main
By William Doreski
We're halted at Marlboro and Main.
A woman wrung like a sea sponge
pushes a stroller full of twins,
their faces pulpy with unhealth.
Her weepy grief has extinguished
the cigarette stuck to her lip.
Her snaky blonde mop dangles
in a filthy uncombed fringe.
As she rams the stroller on the curb,
a scream about to escape her,
the light winks, and traffic raves on.

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