2023, homeless, Ohio River Valley Literature, poetry, the no-scape

Day 59, 2023

she smiled and sparkled “Hello”
the right side of her face was a piece of expired beef

a man dragged her up the wharf, out of the shadows and back into them and the other man dragged a large overstuffed suitcase, wheels gone from dragging with the same lack of care

later when he goes after the rest of her face she will dissociate to this moment and call it happiness

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