To make saintly (v.)
II.
I bike past a corner where there are
many bars
and it is late
which means it's early in the morning
and standing on the corner is a girl
a young woman
and she is bedizened, shoulders and chest bare
crying
clutching herself
drunk
and a man stands with his hand
rubbering her back
as they wait for a cab,
and it's like she's the saint
of this hour of the day
in this kind of place:
sad
with make up on her face
delirious
and getting into a cab with a man
just to find some warmth
for her bare shoulders.
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