Joseph and Mama sit alone on the stoop of their apartment in the moon's light People rush by
In the refugee camp where Joseph and Mama came from people cooked at night in the hot wind blowing Aunties stirred kwon and the black soot flew Under the moon boys played the awal
WHOOSH Joseph says to Mama Here there are not enough people to eat with I'm here Whoosh slides down the railing from her apartment upstairs ribbons streaming from her whoosh of curly hair Now we are enough But Joseph is busy watching for other people
