Someday" Someday you'll be without a room."
Her voice came through my open window
at the Latham Hotel
4 East 28th Street, NYC
Below, she wandered the sidewalk
repeated her refrain
foreign
this underbelly
this face of failure
this outcast
and yet not foreign
Today, my own stubborn nature
shakes me from my tenuous shelter
sets me wandering the woods, streets,
desert
one bowl, one robe, reluctant
mendicant
