Old man talking to his friend on the other end of bus with sign language.
Middle eastern fucktard running his hands through Chinese girl’s hair and whispering spider with his thick Arabic accent. Perhaps just wishing that sometime something might happen. Star of david on every tree.
I get off the bus cause I wasn’t even suppose to be on that bus anyway. I’m headed home and I know she’s waiting. I see the next bus heading my way, a bit of running, a bit of luck, a faded smile to the driver and I punch my ticket. The bus is a little bit colder, a little bit dimmer. The teli warning about delays. reciting my next morning schedule, Morning breakfast with Lynn followed by lunch at the
Mansion with all her family. Sleep digging into me , awakeness rusting my skin. We are already here and I push the stop button. Before I get off, I see the couple arguing in the middle of the avenue, and I think to myself , in real life, there’s no time to ponder about you and me. You just need to get out of the bubble. The door closes behind me and I follow the lights.