all i could offer

Narinda

she approached our table
in search of a few dollars
to find a place to lay her head
for the night

eyes sunken
cheeks sunken
T-cell count sunken

all I had to offer was my card
and the small hope that she
would come to see me
in the morning

what the night holds for her
i do not know

i only know that she is a thin,
thirty-eight year old woman,
alone, with little money,
and few T-cells

and all i could do
was hand her my card
and sincerely hope
i see her
in the morning

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Published by Narinda

I graduated from UC Irvine in 2007, moved to Los Angeles, and worked with arts/community organizations throughout the city from 2007-2012. Most formative have been my experiences with Tuesday Night Project and Asian American lesbian web series That's What She Said. Recently, I was a First-Year Public Ally and S. Mark Taper Foundation Fellow working as a case manager with homeless and low-income seniors in Downtown Los Angeles' Skid Row. I'm currently spreading roots to Oakland, CA while continuing to be very much in love with Los Angeles.

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