my hair is smoked with diner eggs and bacon
because I was lucky enough to eat this morning
using the change I found in my pocket.
I have plenty of change on me
some of which I used to purchase
beautifying products
to conceal my blemishes-
imperfections that seem so trivial now
I am ashamed
passing by the Cherry Street Coin Begger
eyes casted in different directions, sitting upon a thrifted walker
it seems my compassion is faltering,
maybe it is these salt stained streets or self diagnoses or
layers of grime surfacing under melted snow
but her and I are no different,
trying to avoid the same soot puddles
like land mines hidden
under sidewalks of putty