18 July 2012
Slamming doors
Paced upon floors
Bills are due
She doesn't have a clue
The baby's crying
Homeless people dying
Landlord called
She pulled the phone off the wall
Bob Dylan on repeat
Walking barefoot on dirty feet
Old prescriptions never filled
Smells like soured milk
Pawning things away
She'll find help someday
Someday • Opuss № I