Thursday, February 3, 2011

Take the bus
To get away from her
It runs late
Into the night
I don't get off at any of the stops
Along the way,
Just sit and ride
Sit at the back,
With no long awkward stares
From the driver,
And I sit and just read,
For hours,
And then a woman sits beside me
She looks like someone's grandmother
But she smells like stinking
Old piss. 

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