he told me the cardboard
in his shoes kept cold from his toes,
that when it wasn’t enough he rode
the city bus with floor heaters;
he laughed while he rolled a joint
green bits scattered
across the newspaper on his knee.
I got high with him at 2:14am,
just before the Tuesday morning
floor-heater bus picked up
on the corner of Sunset and Gardner.
as I walked home my toes
started to numb, and I hurt, and ached
at the cardboard common sense
I’d never be forced to learn.