being hungry is abnormal
having to steal bread
to feed a dry open mouth,
moisture limited
whiskey an old memory
as was those magnolia walls
rooms in house,
house now held by bank
who dangle tempting finance options
that could never work out,
once lavish clothes
thread thinned to paleness,
how long since he spoke
to her on cellular
a year or six,
not remembering,
as his own smell disgusted him,
forever was a point of departure
of a very short journey,
tearing stolen bread,
crumbs to tongue eyes closed
feel a source of nourishment
and a possibility of tomorrow
Very vivid portrait of homeless man and his reality. Poverty is never pretty, real, but not easy to focus in on. There is empathy in your words and that makes the poem breathe.
Elizabeth
Elizabeth thank you for that