sat behind the trailers with julie eating
the peanut butter sandwiches peter’s
wife made that morning by the park sink
stinking of elephant shit and hay never once
thinking that maybe some of that stink would carry
over to the food she was handling
no
slapped on the peanut butter thickly with her fingers
wrapped the sandwiches in newspaper and left them for
peter and I behind the trailer with a note
thanking me for washing the bikes for the kids