2022/2/12 #poetry I met a naked man today. He wasn't doing well. His nails were quite long but at least he didn't smell. I didn't see him remove them, but he wasn't too far from his clothes. He said they were unbearably filthy, but if that was true I don't knows. He didn't know how he'd got there. He asked for help but alas, I didn't have anything for him. Not water, not food, nor cash. The first thing he asked for was clothing, but we were too far from my home. What I wore at the moment wouldn't fit him but I felt bad just leaving him on his own. A block down the street as I left, I found some giveaway stuff. The clothing within was for children but the towel could cover his buff. I brought it back to find him knocking on somebody's door. Declaring his need for clothing, and asking for help some more. He was very polite and gracious, even when I had nothing to give. He seemed fairly coherent, despite the way he was choosing to live. He spoke clearly and knew what he needed, but disrobing in that neighborhood, was probably not the best idea. I would have helped him more if I could.