Archive for the ‘Homeless’ Category

The Stray

October 26, 2018

The Stray

His fur shone; he shivered. The rain had caught him by surprise. Mr. Black came at night to ask for food. He bumped his head against the window. The woman grabbed a can of wet food from her stash. Someone’s hand stopped her. You are not going out. He’s a stray. She looked at the person. The person just doesn’t get it, she thought. Your hands are strong. Nevertheless, I have to feed him. He is not doing you or me or anybody any harm. She ran out to the door, opened the outer gate and put the contents of the can in a small plate. The cat went for it as if he hadn’t eaten in days.

 

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Evicted

September 15, 2018

Evicted

Oh, you don’t know. You have no idea what it’s like to be evicted. You have no idea how it makes you feel. It is horrible, similar to being the unwilling protagonist in a horror movie. The emotional pain is beyond belief; it scares and humiliates a person. The part that comes after you are forced to move out is even worse. There you are, with bags of stuff all around you, black bags, white bags and yellow bags. There is nowhere to go. Whether the weather is good or not too good is not important. You still feel crappy, like a desperate person in a 1930s movie, hugging yourself for comfort. Seeing the sidewalk, which is now your home, is enough to make you sick to your stomach. You want to get some sleep, but there is always a security guard somewhere to stop you. You can’t stay here, he says. Go somewhere else. Go where, you want to ask him, but why bother?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You Can’t

August 29, 2018

You Can’t

There are no safe places.  She sat on the crate outside an empty store. Her cup wasn’t out. She was just there with a cup of Starbucks coffee in her hand. It was her treat to her herself—one of the very few pleasant experiences of her day. The security guard came to her out of nowhere. I am sorry, he said. You can’t sit there. She looked at him. I will be here for just a few minutes, but next time call the cops if you want. I am warning you he told her as he left to walk into the restaurant next door. What is the use? She got up and left. I will deal with this tomorrow. Today I am tired.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Rain

March 29, 2018

The Rain

It was the rain. The rain was the worst part of it all. When it hit, the face and the body had no chance of escape. There was nowhere to hide from the rain. On hot summer nights the rain resembled a traitor; it was a most unwelcome surprise, the worst possible slap.  The water had to be put up even without thunder. Doorways were no help. The feet got wet and there was nowhere to dry them. There was nowhere to dry the clothes on one’s back. All the thoughts went to a place with a cup of hot tea, somewhere to take away the taste of wet poverty.

 

 

 

Don’t Know

January 10, 2018

Don’t Know

You don’t. You don’t know. It is insecurity—it is more than insecurity, more than looking up in the dark at the lights shining inside an apt. or house. It is being hurt over and over again and not knowing what will happen next. It is expecting the worst from life in spite of all the good wishes of this or that person. Homelessness—homelessness does that to a person. It rips the person apart, makes the person feel devastated and terribly alone in a snowstorm.

 

 

The Push

December 11, 2017

The Push

The man stood in his hospital gown. Is this the suitcase you wanted? She asked him. The stuff that you asked for is inside. No, he answered. I WANT THE BLACK ONE! The black one was too big for me to carry on the subway. I WANT THE BLACK ONE! Well, you can come to the apt. to get it anytime you want. I WANT IT NOW! I am sorry. Did you bring a coat? There is a coat in there, she told him. Look and you will see a coat. I don’t want that one, whatever it is. I WANT THE ONE YOU ARE WEARING. But it’s cold outside. His smile was grim before he answered her. Yes, and I am going to be outside to feel it. He walked towards her and started to unzipped her coat. No! No! She managed to say. His hands were hard; she fell on the ground. Help! Help! Someone opened the door of the hospital room. What happened? A couple of nurses helped her up. Security was called. They said she had been assaulted.

 

My Heart Speaks to You

November 24, 2017

My Heart Speaks to You

You don’t want to know, do you? You don’t want to realize that you should be doing something differently, something that will change your life and possibly mine? No. You would rather not recognize our bond. You don’t want to see it or acknowledge it. It would be hard for you to take, hard to deal with. You don’t want to do that. Your life as it is now hurts you, it hurts you deeply, but you keep doing what cannot make it better. You hurt yourself and you hurt me. Watching you suffer is one of the hardest things I ever had to do. Being impotent, helpless and not be able to make you see the light is something I wish I could avoid. You have been told many times, not only by me but by others: Stop! Do not go where the harm is. What makes you self destruct? What happened in your life beforeI met you that now all you do is forget to live?

 

 

Safe

November 4, 2017

Safe

I have not felt safe. I do not feel safe because I am not.  I don’t know what safety is anymore. The last time I felt safe was so many years ago; maybe it was when I was a child and didn’t know what was to come. A safe place to live; a place with no threats of eviction, with no threats of anything harmful to me—all this seems an unreachable and impossible dream. It is a far away event. I can’t even remember it anymore. I dread what will happen next.

 

 

Eviction Ville

October 7, 2017

Eviction Ville

The threat—the threat is always there. No matter what I did or how I do it, it rises up like a deadly snake. I cannot stay in this or that place—I cannot stay there, wherever there is, for long. It is only for a short while, for a few weeks, a few months if I’m lucky. I have to go—it is ordered, it is forced upon me. I don’t want to but I have to. There isn’t any other way. There is only Eviction Ville.

 

 

The Empty Cup

September 27, 2017

The Empty Cup

She put the plastic cup next to her on the sidewalk. It was a busy time of the afternoon. People of all ages walked by—kids with their parents, tourists with cameras hanging from their necks, well-dressed women wearing high end jewelry, good-looking men carrying briefcases. Not a cent, not one penny. What am I doing here? Why am I here? I don’t want to. I want to be someplace where doing this won’t be necessary.