Frannie Lindsay
I found a boy
who had no blanket no change
of pants just some 24-hour
coffee and a shot of
his tow-headed bastard daughter
his billfold all stained and coming
unstitched poor guy
said he´s clean but all last night
he´d been heaving right over there
behind those graves
So I brought him the raggedy quilt
I can´t wash anymore
I let him pet my dog
I made up a name
for him to call me Now I see him
looking a little bit worse a little
bit worse
He´s still so fucking
handsome I make believe
I never met him
