just dignity


the days of finding quarters in the

couch cushion corners are long gone.


the couch is long gone, along

with the house. have you ever


slept in your car? not because

you happened to, but because


you had to? well, the car is

long gone now, too. i find


the term food insecure

cowardly; it’s just another way


for people to not think the words:



to not look me in the face when

i sit beside them in the library,


stand at the corners of their

commute and ask them to


see themselves in me, their

past, present, future selves;


their children; their long-lost

job, nest egg, golden retriever.


listen: i know we’re not going

to solve the problems of


the world, or even of the

day — me standing here with


my cardboard sign; you driving

around in circles in your prius.


i just need something warm to

eat, and yes — to drink;


to seek and find a human set of

soul-eyes to look at me — not with pity,


or condescension, or even compassion:

just dignity.

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