The Bus At Night

The? ?stench? ?of? ?old? ?cigarettes? ?follows? ?him? ?to? ?his? ?seat He? ?scrounges? ?in? ?a? ?tattered sack? ? to? ?avoid? ?the? ?stare of? ?a? ?woman? ?with? ?smooth? ?skin He? ?didn’t? ?always? ?have? ?the? ?craters? ?in? ?his? ?cheeks Or the wires in his chin He? ?tells? ?me? ?he’s? ?seen? ?me? ?before I? ?laugh? ? and? ?cross? ?my? ?legs? ?tighter This pencil skirt is not armor except in a desk chair With? ?nothing? ?to? ?flash? ?but? ?a? ?jagged? ?yellow? ?smile, he tells? ?me? ?to? ?have? ?a? ?nice? ?night