The red, white, and blue Pepsi cans exude America. A Mexican woman hunches over; immersed in garbage. She adds another can to her blue transparent lot; five cents per hunch– five cents towards food; today’s bread and distilled water.
Paces after, stands her daughter: emaciated yet energetic. For this girl has only known poverty; curdled breast milk. She pushes her can-filled toy, a plastic stroller – creaking under the burdensome bag of destitution.