Open air of the nearby Puget Sound salty breeze brushes my face. I think Seattle is an Eden even here, at Belltown, outside the Salvation Army. We wait, in a slow anxious line. Down damp stairs Eden dissipates. The air stagnates, scents of too many men with nothing to their name. Walking into the roomContinue reading “Belltown, Seventeen, Eight Months Pregnant”
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Evanescent
Reflection of descent upon the cracks of Seattle’s Third Street- filthy water blemishes the sun. Alone, the transients drown there in the remnants of yesterday’s rain.
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