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
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