I feel your body next to mine Warm and soft and smelly And I know you were once somebody's child
You with the ragged nails and hunched shoulders Tumbled down jeans and thrift shop sweater Unwashed skin and greasy hair Defeated, bent, and in despair
You were once loved by someone good Held close and patted, whispered to Swaddled and kissed and sung good night Hoped and prayed for, given joy Or maybe you weren't.
April 29th, 2017 Upon seeing homeless people on the D train