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Gotta Find a Home: Conversations with Street People
I live in the borderlands, between reality and imagination, just this side of fantasy.
Reality is okay. I visit there to check my mail, earn a few dollars, pay some bills, buy groceries.
Reality is a tolerable place to visit but, I wouldn’t want to live there.
I’m happiest in my mind where I filter my thoughts like an answering machine. I delete the negative, dwell on the positive.
People may see me walking alone. They don’t see the beautiful woman, with her hand in mine, beside me.
I may be seen sitting at a table, alone. Nobody sees the delicate hand, with the magic fingers, sliding up my thigh.
Or, the passionate kiss being planted on my throat, the fingers running through my hair.
Where I work people see me smile. They think I enjoy my job. They don’t know me.