gatorade $2
on a cell phone,
you speak struggling words.
the cooler at the feet
of your frail wheelchair frame
is labeled with listless lines
of text more elegant
than your tone.
crackers 50¢
sunglasses cannot hide
that we’ve both locked eyes.
i am the one who can walk away,
and so i haltingly do.
water $1
i wonder how your
monthly cell phone bill
gets paid or if you’re only pretending,
as 50¢ of the folded bill
in my back pocket burns to be spends
on a pack of pity crackers.
candy, 50¢
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The emotions in this poem are strong with a raw edge to them..bravo!