When I pass your eyes, scrawly-faced,
I'm homeless first and human last:
motel drive dreck
mangled trash
motherless miscreant
and human last.
When I pass your eyes, sleepless and unsettled,
I am the addict
the asshole
the bastard and the blotch
the stain
the imperfect card that leads the house down and astray
And I am human last.
When you pass my eyes you are your words
your gestures
kindness and kinship
your faces, smiles
and passive aggressive nuances.
When you pass my eyes I am your shadow
your follower
fanatic and fraternal son
brother
compatriot
care taker, giver
human first; judge and jury last.
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