Thursday, October 1, 2009

Exit

He looks to his pocket
to quench his malnourished blood
and what little pride is left,
after hours of panhandling change
with an empty coffee cup.

Looking to his pocket
he finds only a hole
and remembers the day
at CVS when he shoved
some marker
into his pocket with haste
as not to be seen
and didn't realize
he ripped its seam.

All of this absent
on the cardboard sign
he wears that reads "EXIT"
without the word.

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