Train
by Rachel Pierce
I was taking the train home
from work. A girl,
probably seventeen,
gets on my otherwise empty car,
and sits beside
me, without
hesitation.
She motioned to the window
for my attention.
There was a homeless man
sleeping under a bridge.
”Do you believe in god?”
she says.
”No, not really.”
”See the homeless man under the bridge?”
I say nothing.
”It’s not sad.”
”What?”
”It’s not sad. He’s
probably hungry
and cold, but
I bet he has a lot of time to jack off.”
I say nothing.
”You just never
think about homeless people
jacking off.
You know?”
November 29th, 2005 at 3:37 am
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January 15th, 2006 at 7:33 am
When someone gets murdered;
someone has killed.
When a baby is born;
A mother is also.
when friends reuinite;
miracles happen.
When a homeless man jerks it;
probably just like me
The only different between us;
is I use my bedroom, not a bus or random tree.
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