Passerby, Mary Wall


Dirty dreadlocks
rest beside his face, hidden
from smears of old tattoos.
Feet bare, must be
raw or blistered cause
he walked up to me awful funny.


Says, he and his dog
Moon Cricket come
back to live for a few weeks.


Says, his brother
¬†‘round here
and if he saw him
he’d be ashamed.



The freckled woman says
she’s a piece of shit and she
hates herself half-
spoken  words through cracked throat.


The water isnt’ enough
when you don’t know how to drink it.