HALF
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.
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.
You
at least
have half a chance.
