women seem wicked when you're unwanted, streets are uneven when you're down.

Last night i walked come from the cinematheque and in the middle of the street
there was a man on his knees, hands folded, head down, eyes closed.
I was stunned, so completely, and I walked by him.
I had nothing in me that knew what to do.
And my throat halted and tears came and I was suddenly flushed
cold
all down my arms all down my back.
And where did he go to sleep that night and does he always carry that same sign around
" j'ai faim " ?

And in my self righteous reaction did I feel as bereft as that man.