Out of my Pocket

I live. I live out of my pocket. Everything I need for now, for today, is there. The key to nowhere, the subway card, one or 2 dollars–it is all inside the pocket of my dark blue jacket. I don’t know for how long. I care. I care too much.

Advertisements

Tags: , ,

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s


%d bloggers like this: