slumped, socks and flipflopssnacks nearby, a can of wolf brand chilihis backpack stashed under a tablea corner chair, upstairssnoring lightly in the quiet section an exhausted seat of questions:does his bed not suit?does he have one?what four walls, or lackthereof, give him no rest?if he needed help,would he ask for it?or would he go onContinue reading “The Man Asleep at the Library”
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Skin
. . . . so many maps
and destinations
burgeoning, just beneath the skin