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Two weeks later, and we’re at the bank again,
again in line, again waiting as the tellers call up
servers still in uniform, shop owners, secretaries
whose makeup had faded early in the afternoon,
and who—away from anything that required
they maintain an appearance—are not concerned
that their hair is disheveled, that their skirts
are askew, that the band aids, bloodied from
the blisters on their ankles, are flaring from
the backs of their heels.… Read the rest