Chica

A token of beauty in
an otherwise filthy garage,

she labors as hard as the men

around her, her scent
on their fingers if they use the same shop rag,

in the humid noxious space
of the garage. She wipes the sweat

pooling between her breasts
with the stained, stinky, soiled shop rag.

She can be sensed
by smell, despite the insistent stink.

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