Tiisi

with Molly here on Mahinui’s intriguing thread, I just wrote this:

Label
Sticky, this last label,
Resistant to nails and
Thumb pressure, tattered
About the edges, clinging
To the vessel as if it could
Force itself into an endless
Existence. No matter, the
Washer is patient, practiced
In such matters. With an
Amused smile, she pushes
Back the sleeves of her
Loose black robe and
Continues, sweeping her
Charge through the soapy
Warm water until the last
Shreds release themselves
To the intoned words of
The final physician. The
Label, Human, sinks to
The gluey bottom and
Death, humming her work
Song, moves onto the
Next. There is nothing
But time. There is
No time to lose.

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Thanks!

that I want this very smooth, very articulate, very talkative homeless woman to leave my office, especially since we’re not open to the public today, have no resources to help her and I’ve already faxed three things for her and let her use the phone for a half hour and if she mentions Jesus or Satan again, I may lose what little patience I have.

This may sound heartless. I can’t help this woman and she’s starting to press for money. It does no good to encourage her when I know that we help homeless and working poor through support of a program she refuses to visit because she has bigger plans and considers herself several steps above their usual clientele.

She’s got 15 minutes and I’m kicking her out. I also really want to not feel guilty when I do so.