people riding the bus

On the 135

By Jami Macarty on August 9, 2016

I bus to where you are
Yesterday you bussed to me, found me reading your book, holding a sign with four letters on it
This is the stop where you got off yesterday
East on Hastings, our haircuts speak the disparate
The super hero, cartoony
Produce, an available array on the sidewalk as we pass
I want to know if you’re in love
If I’m given something, I can arrange it into a poem, still life, fruit bowl
Invention comes through the givens
Yes, there are secrets, the school kids say when the bus door opens [...]
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