on a bus

in transit

strangers catch

me better in

moments of

concern.  I

don’t care if

my stomach puffs


I am whole

and I control


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?


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s