poor.
poor.
beggar.
sitting in a laundromat.
at 4PM.
on a summer day.
staring.
laughing at life around you.
the quarters and dimes must be gold
to your starving eyes.
you drink the remains of a pepsi can
and lick crumbs from the table.
once another's food.
at night you return
to your salvation army box.
to sleep between torn and tattered clothes.
donations of the rich?
and i sleep on clean, fresh linens.
feeling unhappy
because the blisters
on my toes
are sore.
poor.
pitiful.
me.
June 1977
Andrea
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