There are worse fates than yours

worse ways to live

than the way you do.

I have whores on my street

who are asking to have sex

with me.


Hobos approach me near trains

who smell of ketchup and sock.

They are foraging for food

and can only receive the things

I do not finish

and I finish everything.

I pass hospital intakes

who mutter with blue teeth

who hobble with blue toes

who hover near bluehairs.

I see people who are desperate

for the contacts you so easily avoid.

I know folks who wish

they had half a chance

to turn it around.


at least

have half a chance.

About Jonathan Berger

I used to write quite a bit more.
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