Wednesday, August 22, 2018

day FIVE HUNDRED and EIGHTY

A Horrible Case of the DTs

I was walking in the Presidio
road bikes all over
girl comes along, up, up, up
she’s sobbing
peddling and sobbing
Later, a lady going to work
at Next Door, the big homeless shelter
fresh faced, tidy,
name badge dangling
and she’s in tears
I’d say, “People! Do that shit
at home!”
but I’m sure
they’re doing it there,
too.

--Jon Bennett

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