When I wrote that piece
about all of that shit
I didn’t mention why John
was at my house in the first place.
He was looking for materials
to take off my hands
so he could sell them
to more interested people.
I had a lot of shit back then
(I still do,
but I’ve cleaned out
quite a bit of the shit
from then, and I live leaner now).

He took some crap off my hands,
John did,
and I walked him back to the train station.
I’m not sure why.
Maybe because my neighborhood is rough?
He got up there all right on his own.
Was he scared to leave alone?
In the piece I said it was the middle of the day
so he couldn’t have been scared of the dark.

I just ran into John the other day;
the first time in years.
I told him I’d referenced him
in some piece of poop I was working on.
I didn’t ask why we walked together to the train station.
I guess that is just another thing I didn’t say.