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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Anuja Ghimire

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Divine Hotline

I did not have an answer for my daughter
Why did we have cash for cauliflower and cans
But not for the man with the sign?

He was old and tall, thinner than the bills he sought
Refused at every stop; heads that remained down
"He could work," a girl with strawberry lips whispered

Then, I found his index finger pointing
To the sky, his eyes, and mine
The triangle he made was lightning,
Jagged like a divine hotline

When my daughter gave him the change I held
He crossed his arms, chin up, mouthing
God loves you