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Brothel

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A tiny grille
that leaches out the light:
among the faceless men,
the focus of infectious urgency.

Inside, the ruined torsos,
reinforced by grimy corsets,
artlessly displayed on pedestals,
abandoned to inspection.

From this dim interior,
the silent street must seem
infested with eyes.

Istanbul, 1960.
First published in Southern Ocean Review.