A Night in Saudi Arabia

by Tawnysha Greene

Black asphalt cracked

and broken beneath



I walk through nameless

streets, narrow and winding,


past shops selling scarves,

spices, skins.


A man offers shoes, gold, perfumes

sprayed on paper and handed out,

gestures quiet, unknown until


the paper is in my hand,

the strip marked

with fingerprints,


his and mine.


I let go

and it falls


to the ground where

there are many more,

cast down by girls, women


like me.