Dirty, dingy, corroded, gross!
Step away: don’t make contact: keep going.
Not the homeless hag hobbling in the hidden halls;
Not the loud drunk demanding the world’s dough;
Not even the helpless whore who’s high on hopeless;
But from the ‘just getting by’ and they’re serious.
The broken down car, no healthcare for their failing health,
The one blanket too few, the chairless table or the tableless chairs,
The maybe a new light bulb later, the leaky roof drooling on their collapsing floor.
I step away because I’ve forgotten that I
Was they and more: the homeless, prostitute, raging, poor.
I dodge the holy love–laced dart and leave the privileged of providing to other hearts
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