from Gene’s Notebook …the skinny woman comes from under the underpass, and I tell her that the homeless shelter beats the underpass. “No, it doesn’t. I don’t want anyone telling me what to do,” and she goes back to the underpass’ damp wall. …and the young man is walking around at dusk. I hand him [...]
Watermelon man
October 21st, 2009 · No Comments
Tags: Literature · Poetry
