anyways.
this woman behind me, she's on her cell phone,
i dont think she's from around here,
at least not originally.
"I think it's snowing outside!"
(it really isn't.)
"well, it's freezing!"
(it's been worse.)
"you should wear a jacket!"
(i'm in a t-shirt.)

and it goes on like this for,
i'd say a good twenty minutes,

anyways.
the driver stops for a while,
says we're ahead of schedule.
how could
this bus
this fucking bus
be ahead of schedule?
we've been stuck in traffic,
moved one block in ten minutes
and we are
ahead of schedule?
nevermind. i'm close enough that
i don't care anymore.

i gaze halfheartedly out the window,
watching the sun create sillouhettes
of buildings in the distance,
wondering when it will go down for the
count.

"well, at least wear a sweatshirt!"
(fuck it. i'll walk the rest of the way.)

12/23/2004

Author's Note: published in the 2005 edition of edina high school's literary/visual arts magazine, 'images'.

Posted on 12/23/2004
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