In the Ponderosa
The earth smelt damp and slightly musty—wetted by long nights of July rain and
the bed of cool, cool soil that I laid upon comforted me with its soft resistance of muck
and grass. It was barely morning and hot yellow light dripped through the overhanging
branches of Ponderosa, awakening me from my slumber—and what a slumber it was.
Lone gone was the hunger buried deep within my stomach that kept me up most
nights. Like a decaying feral animal nested deep within my intestines, my festering
hunger would forever remind me of missed meals—days without food; weeks without
food; it was a heavy remembrance. Lone gone was the dryness of my mouth—like
sandpaper my futile tongue would scrape against the barely moistened insides of my
cheeks, all too
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Though the world was reinvented into a suburban fantasy of
my past as a child, homelessness pervaded even my most blissful dreams—I didn’t mind,
at least I was fed and anything was better than reality.
Reality was cement and broken glass. Reality was the buzzing of cars and the cold
sounds of gunshots and steel knives slicing through the air. These realities slipped into
my idle mind; but what haunted me most was the image of eyes—the eyes of onlookers,
staring at my silent body collapsed onto the ground of busy sidewalks. A pile of frayed
blankets and human stench, a burden to the privileged world—I was the trash that no man
would pick up: the trash that no man would deem as their own. People blurred, faces
blurred, but their dark and brooding eyed framed the blank canvases. Each day was
judgment day and their looks sent my skin aflame, so I left. I left the city and
walked—walked to the remote forest near the edge of town and I knew I would make my
life here in the Ponderosas: that was reality.
Bits of grey, brown stuck to my cheek like a perverted shaving cream, lathering
with my night’s drool into thick and musty foam that was too dense to wipe off in
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