Main StreetMain Street.Main Street
Filthy sleeping bags are abandoned by their nomad owners in the alley
A woman who has many, many years of hardship and hurt in her eyes
pleads me for money.
Money for food? Money for smack?
I wonder if one of those sleeping bags belonged to her.
Is her vice winning her company over a warm sleeping bag?
False Euphoria or Genuine Warmth?
Because there is no third option.
The SweaterThe SweaterThe Sweater
Remember when we discovered that both of our bodies
fit inside that gigantic sweater? We convulsed with laughter. For the next ten months,
I wore that sweater. We were inseperable. It kept me sheltered from a midwestern winter It embraced me when I cried I wore it proudly. The sweater let everyone know that I was cherished, Then came spring. Sweater became a pillow Then summer. Sweater became a wall ornament. On the night that you said those strained words of rejection,
I couldn't look at that piece of blue w
Me.
Neutral
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