Second overdose of the night, a block east of the first,
a Street Response medic is administering Narcan.
He bags the man. I assist.
Soaked in sweat, the man rouses as the ambulance arrives.
He jumps and shouts, "I shit myself?"
I ask, You OD'd. Do you want aid?
Wild eyed, he shouts, "I shit myself!
" as he runs into the night.
As the local transients clean up the scene,
only the man's outline, made by sweat,
is evaporating from the sidewalk,
remains as evidence of a man nearly dying.