i was almost an abortion

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

begin at the begining

on the third day when he woke up
the blow up mattress he had been sleeping on
was no longer,
in fact, all it was was plastic deflated beneath him.
not very comfortable.

on that day, when he rose from the floor to grab some coffee  to wake him up peacefully,
he didn't notice any whifting fragrant freshly ground beans percolating,
he didn't, because, well, there weren't.

when he groggily got himself situated and awake by smoking the last near butt of a cigarette
he had left in the bottom of his backpack,
he noticed his stomach growling, and when he turned and headed toward the kitchen,
was actually surprised that when he opened the refrigerator door,
there was nothing inside.

how sad when you have to depend on the kindness of others, he thought,
but, really, who was he to say anything...
he, had nothing.

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