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On New Montgomery Street
Jeffrey Zable
I stop to watch this homeless guy lying down
with his back against a garbage can on the sidewalk
of one of the busiest areas in downtown San Francisco.
Alternating between forefingers, he picks out boogers
which he proceeds to wipe on the sidewalk. The expression
on his face is almost orgasmic. His eyes are half closed
and his lips seem to be offering gentle kisses to some
imaginary goddess. I continue to watch him while trying
to imagine what it must feel like to no longer care what other
people think, or for that matter even be aware of their presence.
After cleaning out what appears to be all that remained
inside his nose he completely shuts his eyes, and making
himself as comfortable as possible, he now appears ready
for a nap. He looks completely at peace with himself,
unlike most of us passing by who have some place
that we have to be—but don’t really want to be there...
