Poetry + Starting Over

Farts of a Stranger

A poem honoring the nuances of shared living spaces with strangers.

Photo by Scott Webb on Unsplash

What’s that smell
a creek, crack, slap
in the distance
time will tell

a stranger’s fart
in the dead of night
a skeet, skeet, skerrt
rings out to incite

floral refrains glade airwick
bloom in pumpkin spice

all doors shut tight
no one is around

on the left
on the right

a snore
a lusty giggle
nearly asleep
and a doorknob jiggle

effectual fervent prayers
believing for a breakthrough
life passing by you
toiling seven days a week

it’s not ideal
on the real
no one wants to be here
homelessness is a worse

for some it’s a first
coming and going
going and coming

six mysterious lives
healing rebuilding
from God only knows what
don’t ask, I didn’t ask

I only wish you well

©KS Hernandez 2021