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A Letter to the Junkie that Gave the Salvation Army a Dollar Yesterday

I don't know if you were
waiting for your man
or picking up some milk
or visiting your girlfriend,
working behind the counter
selling drugs.
We have exchanged exactly fourteen words.
What would your mother think?
You must have paid some attention:
sometimes I think you got the message
clearer than anyone
Just if only everyone loved
the whole world enough
for a whorl of paper into volunteering hands.
What would our mothers think?
If only you loved the whorl of this world
to forsake the contents
of your left pocket,
loved less the curl of a vein.

11 Feb 07

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