in a parallel universe

recently read that 2 in 3 american white women "worry" about being homeless, but only 1 in 3 black women share that same doubt. this entry is not to ponder the why or the who. however, the threat of losing my home -- that equity, that work, that future -- has loomed very large for too long. (yeah, yeah other stuff too, stop digressing!)

leaving work tonight i detoured through chinatown. what drew my eye southwards to the alley, i'm not sure. i saw an unguarded shopping cart, piled high. on the top several bags from my formerly favorite shoe emporium. (been so long, don't even know...) the inner basket a jumble. the bottom? that part that often carries potting soil or kitty litter? 2 wooden crates: a 1997 far niente cabernet sauvignon and a 1989 mouton rothschild. just the crates, mind you, (full of who knows what) but i got instant gooseflesh wondering whence, why, who, wtf? both those unicorn wines sell for small fortunes and are critics' darlings. the cruel irony of seeing them as suitcases for a homeless guy was overwhelming.

i now know who to look for if everything i own winds up in a sack.