26 DAYS IN A ROW

Well day number 26 as a homeless wannabe i never would have imagined that i could last this many days living as a homeless womon and i have, my little purple book has become my real companion, whenever i get a chance no matter where i am i still find the time to write in her, i do this now and yet when i was a homed womon i seemed to have so little time to sit and write. Gertrude S., once said one writes when one is not being for when one is being how can one find the time to write, well i think i am being or am i? am i really being or doing? o well. when i become homed again i will do less writing, the writing is a way for me to release some of the feelings i am having and beginning to have about homedness and homelessness. i think that that is not possible, home really is where the heart is. i got a chance to meet another homeless womon other than the one who is now homed in the back yard of THE HOUSE. she was one of the homeless wimmin who carried all her goods in a grocery cart she was not really easy to get to talk to nor know, she was very suspicious and guarded of her things she reminded me of some of the homed wimmin i know. i got too close to her cart one day and she came screaming at me like a mad womon i backed up out of her way and said to her i meant no harm, seemed as though she growled at me but she was saying to me "get away " i did, so now whenever i see her i just nod and she nods back at me, i heard some of the men talking about her, one of them said she must have a lota goods in the cart where do she sleep? the other man noticed me watching them and touched the man talking he stopped talking. i thought to myself i bet she has every reason to growl and i did wonder where she slept i figured if she could find a place to sleep and not be bothered by men i wanted to know so i made it my business to see if i could become friends with her, i made sure i could follow around her without becoming to close but showing i wanted to be a friend well i wanted to find a safe place to sleep i noticed that she like chewing something and one day i asked her what it was she showed me the packet it was peach snuff and then i almost gaged cause she open her mouth and show me this black looking stuff that was stuck in her bottom jaw, she must have seen the horror on my face and started to laugh i smiled, looked at the packet and decided that i was going to buy some for her not now but one day i realized that i was being really devious my mind was intent on finding out where she slept, but i also knew not to move too fast with her she indeed was a very wise wise womon, i wondered about her age but i did not ask her. i made a connection in the land of the homeless there is still those of us who hold on with all our might with what we think belongs to us, however this is also true among the homed.well now me alter said to me truth finally finds the ignorant.is she calling me ignorant?