The problem with the homeless, as I see it, is they are a mirror into a truth and reality we don’t want to see.
The truth they live interferes with the illusion we live. While they struggle to survive the streets, on life’s terms, we dupe ourselves into believing it can never happen to us, that we’re in control …..
Surely….it can’t be me I see rifling through the garbage
…..looking for something to eat.
Surely….you’d never catch me squatting in the corner
…..peeing on a city street.
Surely…. I would never allow another
…..to peak or cop a feel for a dollar or maybe a safe place to sleep.
Surely ….not me. Maybe them but surely …not me.