i am wearing my mother's sandals,
as she lays dying on a borrowed bed.
the letter came saying we had to return it soon,
bc all beds are borrowed.
i wonder how the rentiers feel
when they kick someone out of their apartment.
do they shrug?
do they think about the people being displaced
for no other reason than they are poor?
summer is gone. it is falling time.
i wish mom could see how much i love her sandals.
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