from when you were homeless- Kelly Konya

since it’s just me here
I’ve made a makeshift home and stayed
there besides the few times that morning came
by surprise, and I didn’t sleep but felt

rain and rain and light hail same as the
night the blood-red moon sailed above these
green hills and the moldy buildings were
especially putrid, and you scoffed as they slept—

students, mere adults, asleep outside but inside
the gates of college, their shivering so real that
if a finger slipped out it went white then purple
and couldn’t get warm until the sleep-out ended

that’s just it, you said, eyes rolling in your head—
they were cold, they wanted food, their mattress
was cement, they were awakened by sirens, screams
but they were not ignored

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