i. dusk

there’s this small boy that sits outside our house sometimes and waits for nothing. he will occasionally pilfer through our garbage and casually eat the greasy leftovers from last night’s couscous or chicken. his fingers are small and quick and he is the color of a plastic wood table. he has the longest eyelashes i’ve ever seen and his eyes are the color of melted chocolate.

he never asks for change like the other kids that wander the corneash and sell gum or napkins, but i throw dirhams to him anyway.

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