Tuesday 10 July 2012

Anna Bilbao


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.