on the bus I am jittery

in my room I am not free

in my room I’m in, deep in

on the bus, I focus on what
he is not saying

in my room, I build his thought
from words that don’t exist yet.

on the bus, I’m foreign
I feel separated like I’m the one going

I play
it
safe in my room.

I want to step out

I want to leave the room
when I get back on the bus.

he says nothing,
his mouth isn’t moving.

the only thing going is the bus.