Tiny Homeless Sestina

[YazH]

Vile acts happened on me, but I can’t remember.
It burns spooning with concrete corners.
I’ll not wash love stains off this sweatshirt.

That’s no beer-belly, but a bag under my sweatshirt
full of long cored apples, fresh as newborns to remember.
Heaven’s joy is dozing warm coffee shop corners.

Words wriggle like fish over my mouth’s corners.
My gait’s marvelous like a dependable old sweatshirt:
I’ve been struttin’ my stuff before even god can remember.

I use sweatshirt food to feed birds on the corner, praying they’ll remember.



*Not a sestina, but a trestina (or, half a sestina, in terms of repeating end words, though with about 1/4th as many lines).

I like the idea, but I'm confused on what I'm supposed to feel. The first stanza is really good. I'm curious about what happened and I can already sense loneliness in it.

The second stanza confuses me
That’s no beer-belly, but a bag under my sweatshirt
Is it an example of simple judgment? Are people judging you because of how it appears or is it the person is afraid of being obvious on carrying the bag of apples?

And then it turns refreshing(whenever I think of apples and newborns I think of new) right before the uncomfortable feelings return in the last stanza.

But, I absolutely love the attitude of the voice. It sounds very no-nonsense and accepting of circumstances although displeased with some of it.