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Letters from Home

Letters from Home

I live at the main street
Begging for another chance to gamble
Alone with many other
People. Darkness was a robe
I picked up from the drain.
I embrace it, the one-size-embrace-all; like
Everyone does. It’s strewn everywhere but
Everyone fights to be a proprietor, flourishing swords of lucre, fending off
Competitors. As for
Me, it’s also all
I can afford to don, since
I squandered
My hoard of time and exchange away to the
Passers-by who look no different than
Me.

I live at the main street and
I’m not any cleaner than it is.
It’s wide and crowded with faceless
People, but
I enjoy
Their company.
People pity me once in a while and drop
Me a rotten stick or some dark fabric to prop
Myself up or to patch the holes that
Rats chew in the dead of the night.

But everyday there’s a flash of light-
The postman dressed in white who delivers me
Letters from home. I’ve
Never opened any one of them
But now my
Blackened nails move to
Peel the side of an envelope.
It tells me:
Darkness is the uniform of the modern parade;
It’s not too late to start playing for keeps. I
See a narrow alley across the street. I
Follow it.

~tc