Solo
June 5, 2009
The jostling on the bus in congested rush hour
renders her clumsy body at the mercy of the wheel and gravity.
She is lost amongst sweaty palms and unpleasantly loud voices,
between the bodies exiting and entering her life.
The vehicle swerves and she leans to one side;
her thoughts lack dexterity and balance.
And her knuckles are taut and white as she holds onto
the fading images of your smile.
