Imposters

IMPOSTERS Jamie Hammon

Each an imposter we lean into the wind unloading from the bus,

we throw up our hoods, scatter show ourselves to be jaywalkers and waiters or hesitators some of us hungry some of us already needing a drink some of us ashamed of where we slept or for how long or with whom.

And some of us –– indifferent. We let the day spill over us like rain, uneasy at worst tolerant of it all

I’m doing well but it’s such a long show