Benjamin Cusden
Note to the New Homeless The ground is hard – always hard, always cold – it doesn’t matter where you are, it’s ungiving. Spread out an army of blankets, clutch of sweaters, a murder of trench coats – it’ll still be hard and cold. The Sun, The Moon. the circle of stars, time is the freedom of doorways. Bend poor person’s elbows and arms and stretch to support the neck, this provides the position to protect your head, keep eyes open or hair triggered shut – ready to jump. The Sun, The Moon. the circle of stars, time is the freedom of doorways. Peer out through your covers – hoody and woollens, remnants, your handouts, the trash you’ve collected, newspapers, cardboard, polystyrene padding – be prepared. A murder of doorways, The Sun, The Moon, freedom is hard and cold.
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