Rachel and Mia

bowl of rice
sits on the table next to the bed
waiting to be consumed
waiting to fill the bellies of the children outside
they play
run in and out of  the streets with no fear of being hit
they lie
chalk drawn sidewalk beneath them
touching fingertips
just barely
just enough to send a spark
thtough arms
down spines down
wearing tank tops  with training bras underneath
and shorts
to their knees
the burn of the sun hitting bare arms
and partly bare legs
with just a whisper of new hair
never been shaved.
turing to each other they look
into eyes
touching nose
just in time to be called inside
they separate quickly
giggling as they run inside
to eat cooled rice
and drink iced tea
not so innocent at heart.


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