Wednesday, January 21, 2009

day TWENTY ONE

What can one say at the end but goodbye? It’s the bus station at 4 a.m. and the teller wants to go home and someone in the bathroom won’t come out and the floor’s not as shiny as the custodian would like and the vendor arrives to fill the machines and gum holds my shoes to the floor and first she won’t look at me and then she will and now I can’t look at her but I want to and the ceiling plays all the wrong music and none of the lights know what to do and buses come but no one gets off and then no buses come and then some come but they’re not buses and then the driver tells me I have to get off but I haven't finished the floor and my song is next in line to play.


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