by Tish Markley
I let the addict free because she sang a song about a swing set
full of suckers and children laughing
from where set sat on the Red Bull display.
When she begged for rehab
the seven foot, khaki pig called her a danger,
and tried to cuff her even as she cried.
On my way home from work,
a man on the bus asked me for a dollar
so he could feed his mom
and I had to say no because I’m broke.
He told me she has Hepatitis and he has HIV.
They joke that they don’t have cancer
so they’re lucky.
I still give the toilet key to anyone who asks.
I haven’t cleaned up any shit, yet
but the district manager threatened me
over $2 missing from my counts.
Next time it comes out of my check.