I have 3 things on my mind: Her safety, laundry, and coffee.

She is sleeping while I drop off a bag at the Queen and Jameson Laundry. Across the street, I order an Americano from the Asian lady wearing a mask at the Tim Hortons. A crystal meth addict slides blue sad eyes away from me as I scan the scabs on her cheeks.

Cigarette butts line the wet sidewalks and the night rains, now halted are still holding the bums at bay.

At the liquor store, the old man with the gruff voice yells for spare change as a woman with a little girl B-lines around him.

Back home, I sip Americano and wonder how much longer I can stay here watching these streets of broken dreams.