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Three Line Lunch: Bleak LA #3

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 158

Bleak LA #3: Pasadena Movie Theater Men’s Room Waystation

Funny the instant messages intuition delivers. As I enter he shies away, and
Before I even smell him, or see his three backpacks, see him washing himself
In the sink and drying with paper towels, I know he’s homeless.