someone asleep on the sidewalk,
crumpled
in blankets,
his head
on a carboard box.
you imagine
that you're him.
wounded and dark.
you've always been him.
lost
and alone without
anything,
just clothes.
no money to spare.
no way
to get from here to there,
but by
walking. no one
to call.
no visitors per say
who call on you
neither giving or
aware of
stares.
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