’Round midnight: On the brink and in a ditch
Charles was up late with a poem, trying to gain clarity on our national travesty.
The Tenderloin Voice publishes poetry and other artistic works by community members.
the 38 geary
crammed with people
hanging on straps
crushed in the aisles
every seat taken
Sometimes
it’s hard to tell
when things are broken
Sometimes
we use them anyway
underfoot
every day
unnoticed
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