Comments about matt aben
I do the norm.
Stare him down.
Try and break him down in my mind
Who are you, why are you here, what are you like.
I start with how he holds himself
Beat down, heavy, as if he carries the truth of his pathetic life on his back
His clothes designer, old and dirty hang on his once fit body
His hair shaggy and full of dirt
He speaks as if knowing what I’m thinking
“Hello stranger” says the man
The voice is raspy, torn and unsure
The lips it comes from dry and cut
I’ve never made it this far before to look into his eyes
They are shallow with ...