IT IS TIME TO GO

it is time to go or rather become homed, the life of a homeless womon is really beginning to get next to me i have been arrested twice on a whim, my patience is short, i want to get into a bath tub and take a bath, my clothing is beginning to really bother me although i can get more clothing from a lot of places, i just need to be in a house, i am tired of looking at and seeing so many homeless men, wimmin are really scarce out here and i can really see why, finding somewhere to sleep has been easier since i met J.... the snuff using womon, but even with her i find that my need to be in her company has or rather is still dwindling, my need to talk to my mother, sisters, and the other wimmin is getting stronger every minute, i find that my desire to be in close contact with people other than the wimmin i enjoy is at zero. everything seems to have taken on the odor of the streets the stench of the streets, i smell nothing but street smells, can not get them out of my nose, a short rain intensifies the odors, sunshine does not seem to take the odor away, i go into the stores and they stink, everything and everybody stinks to me, maintaining a vegetarian diet has not been difficult but it has not been easy either, everyone loves you initially when they look at you as a novelty, but after that you are still just a homeless. I know it is time for me to become HOMED. Now how do i do that and what do i tell about where i have been and what i have been doing, or do i tell at all? Is there some shame in being homeless and is there some dignity in being homeless and is there dignity and shame about being homed?