Posted on November 16, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
Regina laughs every time she shows me The contents of her purse I call the purse a portable junk drawer But, she isn’t laughing at what I say She hears me, but doesn’t Pulling two compact discs Out of her junk drawer They look…
Category: PortraitsTags: Drug Addiction, Homelessness, Life, Love, Mental Health, Poem, Poetry, Writing
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