homeless on state

He stops me on the corner of state and Johnson

just after the blurry line of switching todays

eyes shiny change purses,

pupils glinting like dimes.

we compare our inked skins

discuss meanings of stained bodies and

shake hands.

reaching into denim tightened pockets

I have a 5.

“If you ever need anything, let me know,” he says.

Handing away crumpled bills,

the paper is too thin to fill my stomach.

I need anything.

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