Life doesn’t live in darkness.
It throws coins at the homeless and hates the government
and finds love and loses love so it can find love again.
Come with me. Come outside.I will tuck you around my shoulders as we drink coffee and talk to Margaret
(remember her? You liked her).
We can laugh at all the different types of soy milk.
So what if people talk about us? People talk about a lot less.People will talk about anything. You will learn that quickly.
And they do it with their heads held high
as the wind cuts into their necks.
Maybe we will start a trend.Then you can tell all your new friends
that you were the first doona on the street.
Then you will know what it actually feels like
to come home and really feel tired,
I need you, doona. And you need me
because without me
you’re just a cotton bag on a bed.