Domestic Helper, Singapore Bound

Poem By RIC BASTASA

a woman is leaving for
singapore

back there to resume her
work as
nanny

late hours again before
she sleeps

she waits for her flight
at dawn

outside the glass wall that separates her
from the country

there are no more people
the atmosphere is that of a dormitory after a semester break

she opens her i-phone
and watches

her hand with a cotton wiping her baby's mouth
spilling milk from her nipple

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