poem

I thought of you when I ate this morning at an outdoor street market
all the veggies were poor and dirty
and I thought that it is unjust for people to have to eat lower grade food
and I wanted to take a picture of the hand holding the spoon feeding the mouth of the man next to me, filthy and black
eating soup
I ordered what I thought were mushrooms but discovered to be organ
and some chunks of fried meat with golden and crispy 5 o'clock shadows
I left for fear of vomiting
but it only cost S/. 3.50