I make sure the gravel crunches under my boots
as I weave around the abandoned containers,
machinery, and structures hidden in the back.
The tall weeds grow in sporadic patches,
but I don't take the risk of a snake catching me
unaware of my surroundings and vulnerable
as I head to the trailer with the bathrooms.
Here, the men have more toilets and sinks
than the women, but still no line ever forms
outside the ladies one-holer on this farm.
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