frayed edges
of your bulging backpack
remind me that the perimeter
of my world is larger than yours
on the street
we sit together
share a meal
a roof above
tell me the story
of your dead daughter
absent sons and eviction
read me your memoir
of life without work
or shelter, or meds
smudge the pencil-mark borders
erase the margins of difference
excise the space between us:
light-years of travel from
your birth home to mine
white-out my privilege
erase my margins of indifference.


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