The Deserve

Start a thought, finish a thought. Let it simmer just enough for my memories to embrace and merge with dreams. To live in the offbeat streets with the garbage out, smelling up the city’s pavement residents.

Grateful as a caricature they all huddle up around the same black barrel the first had set on fire, during the scorching summer for some reason. Now their hands and hearts are happy for what they don’t know was just an accident. Life as it turned out for them was an accident caressed them towards sleep over ambition and power. “An accident,” they’ve heard their existence unvalidated repeatedly and without a smile they accepted it. Progressed to live and suffer silently without recognizing what they serve. They serve something. Anything. They deserve it.