he was homeless

I wasn't kind enough to him

I should have chatted him up

more

the man

sitting next to me

in the nice coat

way too big for his skinny body.

And as I signed my name

I saw his address

'homeless'

I cried

Momma... do you have any money?

No.

Me neither

he's homeless

it's cold.

Well, she said, let's just take him home.

I said turn around

I'll find him

she laughed

Sarah, you won't do.

And I cried

His name

is Samuel Owens

and he's probably

cold tonight

and I sit around bitching about everything

never truly grateful

for anything

While men like that

shudder on the streets of prosperity

It got to me

maybe I can find mr. Owens when I get my taxes

slip a bill to him

since mom won't let me

bring home anymore strays.