Kevin Frey

El Parque Central, Antigua Guatemala two young girls in traje crying their mother laughs and comforts them and returns to work selling camisas to tourists seeking some local color the older homeless woman is still on her feet, her thin dirty legs poking out from the colorless shirt that’s covering her this cold morning I

And through the gaps between the bodies tightly pressed around me I see others staring at this young white guy as he sucks the lesions on his skin, bites off the festered, clotted blood; scabs on his face, scabs on his arms. Spatters of blood on his white shoes. I don’t notice his other clothes,