he sits

Slouched

a home

to memorized mathematics

and forgotten fiction

weathered water bottles

reside in his grasp

an overdue lunch

reminds me

of his mandatory maintenance

he is Thrown

Dropped

Slung

and Shaken

but he does not retaliate

he sees what I see

and hears what I hear

I carry him

unbothered by the weight

for into this

productive parasite

I pour my livelihood