I said I’d let a homeless man sleep on my couch
I did
What now?
I stand outside my house
Trying to convince myself that I’m just chain smoking
I can’t look at it
Can’t see most of it
I
Care very deeply for this person and there is
A certain self exile in it
I could be over there proactively fixing it
Instead I choose to be overwhelmed
Merely my own self failure to not notice the inconvenience of being homeless
Now I’ll stand motionless wishing for it to get better
Watch the wheel spin
What a time
What a time
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