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Look at em.
Where did he get
the marker to make the sign?
Where did he get the sign from?
I bet he stole that jacket.
I bet he fakin too.
He don’t look *****
enough to be homeless.
Uh-unnn, that lady
must be stupid
she just gave him some
money. Must be scared.
I bet he go straight
to the liquor store
or to go get some drug.
Mhmmmm,
they never fool me.

*drives off
as told by Grandma
Apr 2014 · 176
On Being Left
You left us
at home
with hearts
cold enough
to freeze stone.

You left us
on Earth
to deal with them
alone.
Mar 2014 · 263
3.9.14 Free Write
I’m afraid
you won’t lend
yourself to bend

beneath my heavy hand
the colors I’d love
to see blend
the chemistry
either mixes too much
or not enough

Just like
a water color painting.
Mar 2014 · 183
Untitled
If you loved me
I'd place a chair in your heart
so no one could take my spot.
so it was snowing as I was looking out a window at my auntie's house and onto the street full of chairs occupying shoveled parking spaces. then I started thinking. that's how this poem came about..

— The End —