I sit chain smoking on my

Grandmother’s porch whom

I’ve always referred to as Maggie.

I cut my hair today

Got work clothes,

A few pairs of shoes,

And even had a conversation

With a stranger about books.

Something I wouldn’t have been able

To do years ago.

I see that truck drive past me

And I wonder if the driver

Or passenger has ever

Found themselves barely

Able to breathe.

I think about who I’ve recently

Left behind and what they’re thinking about.

How the weather is where they are,

Right now my legs are cold from this

Autumn air and I have someone to warm

Me up but for som...

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