Today I had the pleasure of sharing and editing this poem with Andrew Mitchell. Here is the final draft.
Life is hard, aches my back, drives me crazy.
Found a man on the street, lying there
asleep; could hardly stand.
Started up a frenzy.
Picked him up, pulled him into my truck.
Held him in my arms.
Don’t know his name; he doesn’t know my face.
I know that he’s beautiful.
No ring, not claimed.
His face, I want to keep it.
Treasured in a frame.
Hung over my bed.
Keep me safe in the night,
When I hear a creak;
Know that he’s there looking over me.
Eyelids flutter, linger in my soul.
Forever framed upon my wall.
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