wanted me
to know you
were injured,
hurt—i was hungry,
the crutch at a luncheon;
slim indifference,
friends alone.
phony company;
& wild associations.
leaving
these streets,
that fantasy
pops bubbles . . .
covering the same ground,
to apologize,
i hobble onward. off.
your mind on the hospital, sickness,
this big business,
getting
well . . .
feeling . . .
unhealthy;
having thoughts about them
. . . are some good hearts out here?
men defiled by industry, production.