i ask
the man kindly,
sleeping
against
my shoulder on the bus,
to please
move
to his own side.
he's crowding me,
entering
my social space,
but he doesn't
wake
up.
he takes my hand,
and mumbles
something
about his mother, his
father.
i stare out the window,
waiting for my
stop.
truly, it is what it's all
about.
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