she tells me,
a virtual
stranger
on the bus
swiping left then right on
her phone.
look at this guy,
she says
leaning over
her shopping bag between
her legs.
take a look at this guy.
really?
like he has a chance with me.
good luck buddy.
she swipes him away to the left.
she has blue eyes.
they are like small bowls
of blue.
and her hair is blonde
with the grey
coming through the roots.
she may have
been a beauty once,
the queen of
her school, but now
she's on the bus,
sitting next to you,
still living on those cold
dark fumes.
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