The Park Bench At Christmas

She comes from Rodeo drive she's a babe bent on the starve skipping school with a slip that serves her the right to leave a park bench cradles her bony butt she peels a banana and tries to eat STOP! she hears as she reconsiders, maybe she isn't thin enough maybe she needs to purge? He sidles along with a chill against his collar bone thin as a rail he eats only crumbs from a dumpster the park bench is a bed for his head a reprieve from the boisterous bunch HELLO! he says, but her eyes are stones maybe she'll share maybe she'll give me a bite ? Life is such that we can't always do what the soul asks us to Life is a turntable with grooves that repeat us til' we go blue A robin lands on the bench and gives out a little frozen tweet She hands him a chunk of banana , suddenly their eyes meet. November 21, 2018 Used Image #6