One half mile from dollar store, half mile from my house, gallon jug of bleach busts through plastic bag, exploding across my bare leg. Frustrated--dripping, fuming on bright, polluted, six-lane Avenida Mexico, I shrug and crack up. Walking toward me, father gripping pigtailed daughter's hand and sleepy baby to chest looks past, pulling slightly.
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