XI
I was found
Unconscious
By the forest
On an early morning walk
Dragged to bed
By the worrying widow
No identification
No name
Nothing
My turn to talk
And I still don’t know
Do I have anywhere I can go?
Hard to answer
As any other question
“You can stay here
If you put in the work.”
“Work?”
“That’s what you do
when you live in a store.”
I look around
We’re eating on merchandise
“Sure, why not?
I think it could be nice.”
A Life in Poems 