Raised by the South to smile and nod
when strangers pass
but in this scene
the twenty-something blonde in business slacks stares past my ear and crosses
to the other side.
Can’t be too safe I guess
or maybe it’s a game I didn’t know that we were playing
and these concrete squares of sidewalk
are just lava she can’t step on.
And I want to tell her that she’s safe…
as if she were in on the joke.
And most days…
I just wish my neighbors knew I lived here.
Too many days I feel their eyes
asking what I’m up to,
why I’m parked here,
who I’m staying with and if they realize just how much I’ve made myself at home
And I’ve shouted my good mornings from my doorstep
but it only reached the screen doors
slamming shut behind them
but I guess that’s how it is to be a ghost among the living
and I don’t know when I died,
only that I was born….