POETRY, KIND OF
Incident on 3rd and 9th
Published in
Feb 4, 2022
I think I’m becoming a better human being.
I just passed a homeless woman who had her pants half down, taking a shit against a wall off 3rd Ave in New York City. And my first impulse was to hold her hand so she could better balance. My second impulse was to somehow screen her — to give her some privacy.
Someday, and I hope soon, I’ll act on those impulses, rather than walk by and think them.
