When Generally
Assisted I lived
on 14th Street
with the used
cars and freeway noise
I exchanged
my shirt each
morning at 1:00 or 2:00 p.m.
in the Purple Heart Store
Gathering transfers
along Mission Street
I stopped where
one food stamp bought
enough burrito
to last all day
I walked 16th
Street eating and
if I could stand
the glare at Cafe
Flore where admission
for watching the afternoon
traffic was a re-fill
in someone's left
over coffee I sat
Occasionally friends
in a borrowed wreck
took
me to play sports
(I yawned from
bad nutrition between
spurts of running
hard) but
I slept well
those nights if
the shower ran
hot
I liked the darkness
most nights I walked
to tire myself looking
in the stores on
Mission Market Castro
or Polk
Friday and Saturday nights
I went to a bar dense
with women though
I carried depression everywhere
like a medicine
to control seizures
of clarity Sometimes
I tapped my foot
by Dodici Azpadu
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