right now he has a big huge belly
hangs over his belted pants
surprisingly thin tiny legs and no butt.
he wears a black hat and thin rim glasses
and struggles out to the garbage cans
i hear him grunt and fuss with the bags.
he smokes a cigarette and peers across
the street into the neighbors houses
then checks the mail and goes inside.
a few hours from now he will roll
onto his back side and lay there
like a dead fish on a fisherman's floor.
his wife will mount her customary station
and give him the pleasure of his long life,
he will speak Portuguese at climax and fall asleep.
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