Squeezing melons, shaking in line
Telling myself I’ve got the time
I’m okay, I’m okay, yeah that’s a lie
He stands out there holding his sign
Soup and Salad, no meat on his bones
Soup and Salad, lost the way home
He’s the father, he’s the brother
He’s the lover that made another
He’s the sun, he lit the spark
Until the dose it all went dark
-Melissa Donley
*I saw him outside the grocery store with his sign, rail thin like my brother, with wild red hair like an old boyfriend with an amazing smile.