30/30: Golden Shovel #6

 

Wishing for a room of my own with

A door, a window. Right now I have no

Place for myself, no address

For mail, no place where I sleep alone or

Never hear the snores of others. My ID

Says “homeless,” but I carry my home inside me, missing

Only the place where I can bring my  inside out,

Where I can place my memories on

The window ledge, and create my own stimulus.

 

The news story reports how people with no address or printed ID have been unable to receive the stimulus checks they are eligible for.

 

Here is how I am using Terrance Hayes’s Golden Shovel poem format, as proposed by the Sunday New York Times "At Home" section, for 30 Poems in 30 Days during National Poetry Month.

 

Take a newspaper headline that attracts you.

Use each word in the line as the end word for each line in your poem.

Keep the end words in order.

Describe the story that the headline is for.

The poem does not have to be about the same subject as the headline that creates the end words.

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