Poetry, I guess

There’s homeless and then there’s being without a home.

We aren’t the poor souls holding signs at busy intersections

(God, have I seen so many more homeless people in the past three years)

But that’s not our situation

We have roofs over our heads
We have food in our stomachs
We even gain weight
We shower with regularity
We are blessed

But we still don’t have a home

And I guess my question now is,

Would I know how to live if I ever found somewhere I could rest?

Or would I rather just keep on floating,

Lonely and frightening as it is?

Why I Will Not Buy Harper Lee’s Book

This post touches on several of the points for why the media hype for this book has been bugging me.