Stories:

 

: Legs.

My Grandfather told me a story once.

About a man from brooklyn,

He had no legs.

Moving around from place to place

On a plank of wood, with wheels on the bottom

He would push forward, knuckles against the concrete

begging for money.

My Grandfather would give him a place to sleep

and some food

” We would throw him in the sink
and clean him up every now and then”

” Did he ever thank you?”

He spoke to no one.

Nameless

He is remembered as

Just a story I heard once.

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