Bluntly printed on the blue
plastic seats of the bus
is the word seven in black ink.

Seven.
Seven days
seven dollars
seven deaths in the news since last Thursday?

Staring at me is black ink on blue stained seats
one of which my own ass is parked upon.

Stories. Dollars. Deaths. Or maybe...

Seven year old's writing level -
and misspelled their own name.

03/21/2005