the bus driver

she had strong
hands, not like a
man, but a pair
of girly hands
that had strength
and jar opening
capabilities.
they were tough
and veined, and yet
she kept the nails
polished like little
strawberries in a
patch. i asked her
how she got such
a powerful set of
hands and she said
that she was a bus
driver, and that
by turning the wheel
of that giant city
bus, driving it
through traffic
and pulling on
that handle to open
and close those
heavy flap doors
made them that way.
on the first date
we arm wrestled and
my hand went flying
into the clams
casino as she easily
pressed my flimsy
grip down.