brick apartments
three stories high
open top floor
to let the laundry dry
were the buildings finished that way?
maybe this tingling in my lips
will stop the tingling in my toes
(on coca leaves)
when a massive nosebleed occurs in a rented room
at 1 in the morning
and you manage to catch it all in your hands
that is a miracle
in a world with no(t just one) god.
outside of our door
the sidewalks don’t fit two people consistently
when passing
we often hop into the road
outside of our neighborhood
the tourists get talked into
buying trinkets
(that may or may not be truly Peruvian)
or hearing about tours
they’ve probably already booked
but
if you simply acknowledge them
and say ‘no, gracias’
they say ‘thank you’
back
outside of Cusco
the Andes roll
and reach
to the sky
and i can feel in my lungs
that we are also closer to the sky
the cars in Peru are small
so that they can slip past each other
on even smaller streets
(with no consistent rules of these roads)
the large vans and busses
too
squeak by with
mere inches
no
millimeters
to spare.
we are glad we did not get a rental car.
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