Looking Through a Poipet Window

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for the brickwomen in the Cambodian border

kror ma conceals your presence scaffolds notwithstanding.
tight fit peon long sleeved shirt announces breasts underneath.
the sheer weight of raw concrete threatens crack to a joint.

grabbing a cement bag just emptied,
the dust powders up your bare cheeks.
khmer lady of the country, woman mason of the border:

between this hotel room, this usual orgy den
of masseuses and thieves, bandits and bureaucrats
from both sides of the construction site,
freedom stands on the triumph of your labor.

the brick border fence awaits.