Thursday, December 9, 2010
Dirt and Broom
Dirt. Not the same dirt as on the floors of your nice house. My dirt is of the downtown streets, the dirt under the nails of the homeless man under the bridge. Mine is the dirt on the floor of the group home for the mentally ill. I asked you for a broom, surely you who have access to everything must have a broom that you can loan if not give me. Would you at least point me in the direction of a broom? You ignored my request. Why did you ignore me? Did you think that I should be able to find a broom on my own? Well, I can't.