Homeless

The tricks I pick up get crazy—

they’ve been chasing me, forcing me

to get in the car every night by pistol

and gun and knife point every night.

Pretty much raping me—horrible

It’s terrifying, I’m almost scared

to walk outside alone at night.

They search and when they see you

they start sprinting and you don’t have an option

And it’s disgusting and I’m pretty sure he

is raping girls and guys too.

This guy isn’t a good guy he’s trying to look

like Slim Jim Slim I don’t know I think

I don’t know what to think about this guy.

What drugs he’s doing are heroin to crystal meth.

I slept last night, sound sleep—no, maybe it was night

before. It’s easy to lose track down here I try not to sleep

anymore, there’s a lot of stuff going on. I’m 29

and I’ve been down here for a while.

I don’t know how many years maybe 69 years,

some long, long years.

Life has changed—I have no more ass, everything’s gone.

It’s just, it’s just I’m losing. I don’t know how—bad luck.

I’ve probably got that bad luck someone brings it to me

that’s around me. My mom, my mom brings me stuff,

my whole life she acts like I don’t have brains.

They cut my toe, they tried to cut Africa while I was alive

and that was so painful—my foot or my toe is half a foot.

My family doesn’t like that I stay here

but I don’t even know what my family looks like

or who they are right now.

And they don’t know what I look like either.