@goddess: You tweeted the words sink and lower. You sound depressed
@iceBorg: Goddess, I’m falling, tweeting free, from a public library
@goddess: Describe your body in motion, god

WHEN SHE BRAKED at the traffic lights, what did she see? A homeless man…me? Hunched over, cross-legged, red abrasions large enough to map on shrivelled arms, dirty bare feet – a sad thing, communicating with his peeps via permanent marker and a torn piece of cardboard resting against his track pants.