Homeless Hiding Spots, New York City
A mattress on the steps of St. George’s
on 22nd Street among Dunkin’ Donuts
wrappers, a stocking cap tucked inside a
paper bag. Behind a stone pillar on 2nd
Avenue near the 37th Street off-ramp
from FDR, a large kitchen sponge dotted
with dirt and lice from its use as a pillow.
Maker’s Mark—unexpected notable
bottle, half-full under the garbage lid near
20th and 3rd. Under a path bench along
the East River, a jar of peanuts.
Abandoned grocery carts under the 10th
Street bridge. Blanket bundles stuffed
between bars gating brownstones, a
curling copy of Twelfth Night between the
fleece. Disguise. Pity. Sham. Fool. The
appetite may sicken and so die. That
strain again, it had a dying fall.