Jemma Wayne

he needs to be forgiven, absolved.

with increasing haste

To know that actions had impact

laying there fruitlessly for hours.

she had lost, and would lose again

some new paradigm of life

no longer desirous of looking in

But quickly, firmly, I refused, more firmly than I had ever spoken to him.

But the sea sees nothing. It tells nothing. A dark, cold-hearted mass, spitting shadows onto the shore. Moving but silent – asleep. Oh yes, sparkling blue in the sunshine, pretending. Pretending pleasure, openness, freedom.

There are so many homeless people in LA that it is easy to grow desensitised, to stop noticing, or to perceive a ‘problem’ instead of a person.