I'm going to the dentist today :(

Walking home from the coffee shop, I heard a man yelling something I couldn’t make out. As I got closer, he started yelling at a woman walking her dog. He was yelling, “What type of dog is that?” but she was ignoring him.

I stopped next to him, turned to face him and asked how he was doing. We exchanged brief pleasantries then, as I walked away, he whispered, “Bless you.”

The guy just needed to feel like he wasn’t invisible for a moment.

I've been struggling with this latest poem about the barista who I thought was 3 different people. I'm projecting too much with it. I keep going dark with the imagery. I'm pretty sure it's speaking to my own struggles with identity after the injury. I ended with a lame inside joke, but I want to explore what this brought up more…