Stairwell
I saw him on a Detroit
stairwell, all whiskey
and paper bag despair.
That was Thursday. The
new week offers no
changes, no hope, no
delusions of ambition.
Just his own thoughts
wrapped in newspaper
blankets and stale urine.
I tell myself that one day
I will speak to him, offer
some sort of comfort. But
never do, never break my
own slavish conformity.
Anna Bilbao was born in Spain and now lives in Detroit, Michigan
where she writes compulsively and roams from one dead-end job to
another. She is becoming less certain that one day everything will make
sense.
