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 Jul 2016 scar
Siren Coast
He had salt water in his veins
I knew it from the moment our eyes met
His calloused hands proving worth
I needed to consume him
He reached for the flower in my braid
I led him down an alley

In my home he removed his hat
My clothes, my insecurities, my skin
He gave me shells from his life
I treasured them like coins

When he had to return to the Sea
He kissed my cheek
I bid him farewell
That was the beginning
 Jun 2015 scar
Sam Temple
matted hair on tobacco stained fingers
reaches through the six inches
of unrolled window
crumpling the ten dollar bill
I have extended
to somebodies family –
Driving out of the parking lot
I notice four others
in similar attire
all with shabbily crafted
cardboard signs
expressing “God’s love”
and “please help”
hundreds pass…
do they see? –
forgoing poison fast food,
I circle behind a corporate chain
and fish out of my wallet
a five and two ones
again, I roll my window down
and make eye contact
same ***** hand
same crumpled bills –
Struggling to make sense
of what I am witnessing
I look back at my now empty wallet
and rub a belly, slightly extended
and partially irritated by lack of food
and chuckle….
I really have it so good.

— The End —