thinking of gin

the boy with gum
on the bus. red cheeked
and wild
eyed.
a strange blue like
broken
glass.
chewing and blowing pink
balloons.
his sharp teeth red
with candy.
a fireball stuck
within a cheek.
his brush of blonde hair
looks
aglow,
uncombed, the tail lick
up
like a shark's fin.
he pounds on the window
with two pink
hands, and the mother,
two seats to his left.
staring out
the other side.
no husband in sight,
she's thinking
of gin.