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11. Always
Always
despite our pretense of kindness, that sweet ocean breeze, the desert’s arid floor, there is always an air of arrogance
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always,
our cleaning lady, our grounds keeper, our clothes washer washing away our daily sins, our cooks who cook our nourishments that we might sin again our to and fro drivers, our brothers, our sisters
always,
from our upward chin a downward line of vision into their upward poverty eyes, our half smiles, our insincere sincerity gleaming in the face of their upward half smiles of see me, feel me, be me that you might save me from
always, your upward air of arrogance
