I volunteer to bring food from companies around New York City—
consequently, close to wherever I am to begin with—
and bring it to nearby shelters.
It’s a lot easier than feeling like a shit
as a homeless man walks by on the subway
but what am I, are we, to do?
It’s somehow, in the mess of human history, a collective fault.
One of your great grandmothers or great uncles twice removed
allowed this to happen, god damn it (I wish it was that simple)!
He walks pigeon toed like my brother,
who was bought $3,000 orthotics and attended therapy for years.
He walked past 10, 50, 100 people who look more or less like me
and I don’t care if you’re a Puerto Rican-Italian mix with Brooklyn roots:
You have some money.
You took a shower this week.
You have some way in your pocket or in your chest
and be heard…
We are all starfish.
How many do we save?
If you want to volunteer to help rescue food from companies and restaurants around New York City, check out https://www.rescuingleftovercuisine.org/. It’s a simple way to make a difference, and you can choose rescues that best fit your schedule. xo
March 15, 2019