poetry by Karen Alkalay-Gut

Shame

It was just a little tourist jaunt:
We drove our cool cousin from America
to see the seashore, the beach, and then
the working girls along the coastal road
pale and alone silhouetted in the sunset
by the great Mediterranean shore.
“As it gets dark,” I explained,
“they become bold,
take off their clothes
to beat the competition.”

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