as i was waiting
in the stereotypical rainfall
for my number two bus
i met tim.
tim was a "guess-how-much-this-cost" kind of guy
"guess how much this watch was? three dollars at goodwill."
"guess how much this wallet was? one dollar at savers."
"guess how much this book was? twenty five cents at-"
older lady in one of those
plastic-bag-turned-hoodie
talking to a black mormon
about living in alabama
and her son's asthma
there was a nervous
middle-aged woman
who anxiously browsed
the advertisements alongside
the bus bench, false promises
of real estate and unreligious
counseling. i winced at the pit
in my stomach, hoping
not to be late.
Author notes
a collage of things that never happened on a base of things that did happen.
and a little prosey. sorry.
oh, say what you mean
Comments
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i like this ALOT. collages are Fun to make.
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i liike. i want to meet strangers.
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