Job changes are nerve racking. I might’ve slept three hours Tuesday night. I had to be on time Wednesday for the new position in a chiropractor’s office. A big career change at this point in my life. So like a kid waiting to leave for Disney World, I was restless. Anxious for the big day to come. But like…
The life is in the blood. It pulses there in the eyes– soul windows clouded but alive– deep-black, watery pools, red-rimmed distant orbs. Back alley homes, newspaper blankets, city heat vents, street’s grating. Wearing everything he owns on his decaying body. Shopping cart collection of what-knot necessities, and what’s in the brown paper bag in his hand? Park benches make…