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i have been drunk for days, he said. I just want it to stop.
he stumbled over a bottle dropped by the homeless man nearby
"it's not empty"
I watch him walk beside me,
struggling with his bicycle spraypainted orange
struggling with his legs, trying to hold up his swiftly tilting self
to think about: his toes inside his high top sneakers
and feet and ankles and all the way up.
poor body.
I imagine his liver like a cleaning lady on overtime, sweaty wisps of hair falling into her face muttering in spanish as she runs out of cleaning detergents and looks at the clock waiting to get paid.
who pays your liver?
who pays your legs?
what is the money they use?
I give him vitamins and coconut water to hold over the body till a breakfast paycheck.
He has been drunk for days,
eyelids drooping and mouth slack.
I rub my fingers along his stubble, a timeline of sloth.
the street is empty. the breeze is cold.
my mind is working, wondering about his mind.
I wonder if this is what it means to be in love.
he stumbled over a bottle dropped by the homeless man nearby
"it's not empty"
I watch him walk beside me,
struggling with his bicycle spraypainted orange
struggling with his legs, trying to hold up his swiftly tilting self
to think about: his toes inside his high top sneakers
and feet and ankles and all the way up.
poor body.
I imagine his liver like a cleaning lady on overtime, sweaty wisps of hair falling into her face muttering in spanish as she runs out of cleaning detergents and looks at the clock waiting to get paid.
who pays your liver?
who pays your legs?
what is the money they use?
I give him vitamins and coconut water to hold over the body till a breakfast paycheck.
He has been drunk for days,
eyelids drooping and mouth slack.
I rub my fingers along his stubble, a timeline of sloth.
the street is empty. the breeze is cold.
my mind is working, wondering about his mind.
I wonder if this is what it means to be in love.