I knew the dog under the tarp
was hungry, perhaps famished
And I watched the man in the folding chair
Drop the meat from the tv dinner wrapped in bread
At his feet.
Its like that out here the man says pointing outside
To the streetlamps
And the hotel with the broken neon sign
across the parking lot
sometimes door opening or closing
and the sounds of someone
Signing to the
Billboard that has been faded over
And decorated by the vandals
From the bankrupt art school.
He tells us about the time they moved in
Carrying notebooks and batons
two days before they came in with the bulldozers.
She has no problem talking about her life as an entertainer
About how at fifteen she stole bleach once from
The gas station
To cleanse the public toilets
Before she cleansed herself.
I was here once she said to the man
Sitting in the folding chair
Underneath the tarp
With the hungry dog
And the famished neon hotel sign
NO V CAN Y
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