Aroun’ de Town — Notes From the Homeless Perimeter: “One More Friendly Piece of Earth Upon Which the Homeless Are Now Forbidden Even to Sit”


Veteran’s Park.

We’re prioritizing “foliage.”

This poet was made to walk from there just yesterday morning.

The sick old man behind her — doubtless a veteran — was told he’ll be arrested for “trespassing” if he is found there again.


But then, this poet’s about done talking about it, isn’t she?

Apparently you weren’t listening anyway.

She’s sick, now.

Of course.

Sixty years old, female, disabled and (not) sleeping without even a windbreak in the thirty degree freeze.

Not so much as allowed to recline during daylight.

Soon you’ll be able to ship her off to an institution.

Shut her up.

Good luck with your happy little garden…

… you hopelessly sand-stuck ostriches.

Among us, poets are not paid. The poet/editor of this website, being physically disabled, lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level, and is presently homeless. Become a patron of the fine arts at:

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