Legacy

on a bus

in transit

strangers catch

me better in

moments of

concern.  I

don’t care if

my stomach puffs

out.

I am whole

and I control

compulsion

a river slick

with oil

like Saran wrap

crumpled up

between NY + NJ

who is this

stranger on the bus?

oily bird

knows no better

home + I’m

growing old.

what will

outlast me?

 

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