Eureka, I found her.
Sometimes she calls home
even though her family knows she only calls to ask for more money
she wants to tell them how tired she is
how she stays up all night protecting her body from becoming an ATM
how nobody even considers her when she’s holding her sign on Broadway
no one thinks about her family
how their eyes are undammed rivers with enough water to stop all the forest fires in California
no one even considers the smile she held when she was a little girl
looking for the love she was born to know
dreaming of a career as a tap dancer or a painter
no one remembers that were all addicted to something
all they see are the place holders in her forearms
each groove waiting for the needle to drop to play the soundtrack to her soul
Her baby carriage holding every unkempt promise and belonging
as people parade past her because they have got somewhere to be
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